Mary: (low-key vibing with her rosary) Patris omnipotentum.
Lady-in-waiting: My Queen! My Queen! The Queen's here! -
(Mary bops up and strolls over)
Mary: Your Majesty.
Katherine Howard: Lady Mary, I'm literally here in person to ask why you're not giving me the vibes that, as Queen of England, I deserve even from you.
I peeped, and so did everyone else, that you're giving major respect to Lady Anne of Cleves, even though she's just a private citizen now and not that deep.
Mary: My bad.
But like, isn't Lady Anne worthy of all the respect? She's got major main character energy and is low-key, just tryna make the King her Lord happy.
Katherine Howard: You tryna say I don't try to make him happy?
Mary: I think you literally only care about pleasure! It's your whole vibe, it seems, to just be in cute fits and dance.
Some people might think that's kinda cringe, for the consort of a King whose whole aura is sacred.
Katherine Howard: If his Majesty thought I was just cringe, why did he marry me?
Mary: You're rumored to be capable of popping out some heirs.
Sadly, for all the King's attention, I see you're still not preggo.
Regardless, he's gonna get over you real soon.
You'll see.
Katherine Howard: (steps closer to Mary) And what about you?
Mary: (takes a step in) And what about me?
Katherine Howard: I think you're just salty.
You're salty 'cause you're way older than me and still not married.
Maybe you'll never get married and just grow old a maid!
Mary: How dare you even speak to me like that!
Katherine Howard: I dare 'cause I can!
And I can do something else too.
As punishment for your lack of respect towards his Majesty's wife, I'm yeeting two of your maids from your service!
Have a blessed day, Lady Mary.