Matt Ford

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.

They negotiate hard, they leap high and they have excessive sex.

Mary stiffens.

Sharing her crown is unthinkable.

But returning her gaze to Darnley, her shoulders relax.

This man has no desire to rule.