Dressed in a white gown with a heavy fur cape sitting on her shoulders, Queen Lucille stared at her grandson who was at present reading the papers. She thought back to the time she had been sworn in with her husband. How nervous they had been. Henry, bless his soul had almost keeled over from the pressure while she had been trembling outside and inside. They had been young and held so many aspirations of bringing progress to the nation, but her Henry had left her alone to look after the subjects soon after. And then she had dared to place her hopes on Charles only to realize that her boy as much as she loved him, was not worth being a King..