"Your Highness is sure that this is what you want? To pack up the Court, at such short notice and move north? All the way north to Sandal Castle?" Lucy Vaughan stared incredulously at Henry, "Have you even mentioned this to Her Majesty?"
"Well, no..," Henry shuffled his feet a little, feeling like a child being scolded, before he remembered who he was and drew himself up, "Mistress Vaughan. I am your Prince Consort. If Her Majesty is either unable or unwilling to take her rightful place at our head, then surely it is up to me to provide the Court with the direction it currently lacks at this sad time?"
"Indeed, Your Highness, and I do not dispute that, but Your Grace must understand. To pack up the Court at all, let alone move it so far north as to Sandal Castle, is a massive undertaking
