Rumor has it, the King's been writing love letters. I wonder who to this time? I know I shouldn't question the King of England, he'd have my head on a chopping block! Everyone is acting amiss… The ladies in waiting giggle, their eyes are wide as they flutter their eyelashes more often than usual around the gentleman. I've even heard one of the servant girls got extra pay!

"The ladies in waiting giggle, their eyes are wide as they flutter their eyelashes."

The court whispers of a 'Valentine's Day' which I'm not too sure what that means but there's going to be a grand party to celebrate. I've not been invited to it, so I shan't bother getting my ball gown ready. Maybe I''ll just go to bed early and have a glass of hot milk, although cook tells me that's not for people like me, whatever that means. I'll try not to think about everyone having fun or maybe I'll sneak out...

'Katherine and I keep making little trips down to the kitchens where we dare each other to dart past the pastry cooks to steal Christmas marchpane. We give each other points for the most extravagant concoctions we can filch and how quickly we can eat them...

She took a pink swan and I found a golden pear, which made me think of home–  but it doesn’t make me cry anymore..  well not much. How different I am now – I shall look so much older in the scarlet bodice...'

 

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'Katherine and I keep making little trips down to the kitchens where we dare each other to dart past the pastry cooks to steal Christmas marchpane.'. [end_caption]

 

 Tudor kitchen at Hampton Court Palace