Matt Ford

She's loath to cut short the only fun she's likely to have all day.

She's had a turbulent three years on the throne, re-establishing Protestant rule.

It's bad enough listening to her council's constant warnings of the Catholic threat to England without having to hear Scotland's ambassador drone on about his troubles too.

Elizabeth pulls Robert close again, eyes him playfully.

My bonny sweet Robin, there's no rush.

Elizabeth sighs as Robert looks unsure.

You would deny your queen?

I should punish you in the harshest way.

She playfully raises her whip as the stable door slams open.

Your Majesty.

Elizabeth jerks away from Robert as the Scottish ambassador's puffy red face appears in the doorway.

Please forgive the interruption, Your Majesty.

Your cousin Mary has sent word...

Elizabeth's heart thuds.

She's never met her younger cousin and has been anticipating her return with trepidation.

She pledges her devotion to you and promises not to disrupt the Reformation or the peace between our countries.

She's also sent a gift, her portrait.

Elizabeth feels a rush of relief.

I must see it.

In the great hall, Elizabeth breathlessly studies the portrait propped on an easel.