At The King's Pleasure (Secrets Of The Tudor Court) - Plot & Excerpts
Had it not been her turn to wait upon the queen, charged with handing her the royal washing water and supervising the chamberers and other lesser ladies who helped Her Grace dress, she’d have stayed in bed for at least another hour herself. It was no consolation at all that George had been obliged to rise even earlier than she to attend King Henry. She was not certain why. George was no groom of the chamber to be at the king’s beck and call. Something special was afoot, she supposed. An early morning hunt or some other male foolishness. Perhaps another snowball fight, since that pastime had become so popular of late. Her Grace the Queen would have been up at midnight to pray in her oratory, the small closet that adjoined her bedchamber. Now, at third cockcrow, she insisted upon being roused from slumber yet again, this time to hear Mass. Anne would have to accompany her to the chapel, as would all the other ladies on duty this morning. There the priest would drone on, keeping them on their knees far longer than necessary.
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