I tried to win Henry’s love, too. I studied English diligently. Played the card games he liked. I had my dresses remade in the French style that he favoured.” “Did the King do any remaking?” Alice asks, peering out of the window again. “Not a bit. He was the tailor, Alice. And we, the court, were his cloth. He shaped us to fit his fancy.” “Being Queen sounds exhausting,” Alice says.
