Mary studied her for a long moment, as though weighing the tume between themthe broken marriage, the shame, the growing unrest in the court.
"You once called me mother and seek that I fight for justice for you." Mary paused and looked Anastasia.
Anastasia didn't respond. She remembered that conversation, Mary had indeed tried her best to help her, it was the king who did not listen, and for her actions she respected her.
"Then I will speak plainly," Mary continued, she could tell that Anastasia still respected her. "The court is changing. Your presence here… your voice… still carries weight among the people. The rumors are spreading faster than the king can contain them. He is being mocked. Questioned. The nobles are becoming restless. And Lord Auraline has begun to move against us. The king might have failed you but if the kingdom falls into chaos you might not live the peaceful life you dream of,"
Anastasia's brows furrowed, but she remained quiet.
