[ She snorts - oh no, old fashioned wasn't what she was. Not by any measure. She couldn't claim to have truly modern sensibilities. Perish the thought that she could be the infamous Lady W. ]

Not that. A Queen. A woman of position cannot afford to be precious about her husband's compulsions when it is expected he keep concubines and dancers as a matter of state. To be able to have a husband and call him solely my own? That would be far more modern than anything that was expected of me.

[ Not that she sounds particularly cut up about it. As she had told him before. She had been sure of her love, that it was given and received as equal. It didn't do to be jealous and fawning like that. Not with how much they both had to do. That and she's much too old not to hang onto that. ]