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We are cousins after all.

That was the chap line of the day.

I believe we're related.

She takes in his two dimples.

Tell me more about yourself, Lord Darnley.

She listens as he whisks her around the ballroom and tells her that he is 19 and Catholic and has no interest in politics nor power.

I find all that a terrible bore.

It's my father's thing, not mine.

Mary's spine tingles as he pulls her close.

If you were my queen, my only concern would be keeping you satisfied.

Mary jumps as her advisor appears at her elbow and steers her gently aside.

Your Majesty, I am sorry.

Lord Downley's father had no business bringing him here.

Mary moves her gaze back to Darnley, who's laughing with a courtier now.

What do you mean?

He's perfect.

It is true that he is high in the line of English succession, Your Majesty, but he is known in the English court for his immaturity in drinking.

There has also been talk of sexual excesses.

Mary's heart sinks.

And his father has made it clear he will only allow a marriage if his son is made king rather than a consort to rule alongside you with full regal authority.