"Your Majesty? Are you alright? You need to disembark from the ship now."
"Of course, I'm perfectly fine. Do I not look well to you?"
"Umm..."
"I'm only joking."
"Ah, hahaha..."
"Hahaha! I most enjoy watching you force that awkward laugh while trying to read my mood!"
What an utterly unpleasant personality this person had.
Margaret tried not to voice that thought aloud and only scurried about more nervously, while Elizabeth, seeing right through her, laughed again.
"Your Majesty, indeed, Miss Lawrence speaks truly. Please preserve your physical health."
"Health? Where would you find a healthy 80-year-old in the first place? I'm hardly Methuselah."
"..."
After snapping at her favorite Robert Cecil, Elizabeth asked him again.
"Rather than that, focus on other matters. Is the news you've brought from Ireland accurate?"
"Of course. How could information collected while traveling constantly between the Old World and the New World be incorrect?"
"Hmm..."
