<div style="text-align: justify;">Queen Emanuela was happy to have a quiet moment with her ladies and her sister after morning Mass. She really wanted to have this moment before being thrust upon the public eye. There was so much to do once she set foot away from her chambers. She would have to see the King, and then there would be the giving of alms for their subjects. It was not something Emanuela disliked, and it was something she had greatly enjoyed back in Italy, but it was still exposure that made her feel a bit self-conscious. This was not her land, after all, and these were not her own people. She felt under scrutiny all the time, wondering if her English was good enough, if the subjects actually liked her, and if her marriage to the King would be a long and fruitful one. It was too much to think of, but these thoughts were never far from the Queen's mind.<br/><br/>A few rumors had reached her ears that she did not care for, but one thing Emanuela was not about to do was ever allow them to cross her lips, even in confession. It was still more to think of, and she felt isolated in her worries about whether or not there was some truth to the rumors, or if they were solely idle gossip from people without better things to do with their time. <br/><br/>Hearing her sister's music soothed the Queen's heart a little, and it made her feel better, getting her mind away from her worries for a moment. Looking at her adored girl made Emanuela's heart feel warmer, and she once again made a plan to make sure that her sister would be married off to some good nobleman in English territory, thus securing her continued presence in the English court. <span style="color: #40FFFF">"She does play beautifully,"</span> Emanuela agreed fondly to the lady's words, always happy to praise her sister. <br/><br/>The Queen's expression changed to a concerned one when a lady came to announce that they were being summoned, though, the uneasy feeling coming right back to her mind. Squeezing her sister's hand back, Emanuela finally stood up. Her hands took a moment to unnecessarily straighten out the crucifix on her neck, the fabric of her dress, and to make sure everything was in order. Like the King, she had chosen to go without her crown, as this was a day to display her humility, and obedience to the Lord and her husband - not her position as a Queen. <br/><br/>When she got close to the King, Emanuela made a deep curtsy, her head lowered in submission. She knew full well her position was not yet solid, and she felt that she could not take one misstep now. <span style="color: #40FFFF">"Your Highness. Happy Easter, my Lord,"</span> she murmured quietly, waiting for permission to rise. Her heart was racing in her chest, and she could feel her cheeks burn a little, trying to ignore the feeling and hoping that she was not blushing too hard.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/85/24/65/85246560849a5fd2cba58155a4db2487.jpg">Queen's attire</a></div>