She is dressed in the finest silks and fabrics, and she has the air of nobility about her, even though she is old.
As she approaches, she greets the king with a curtsy.
"Your Majesty," she says, her voice regal and refined.
The king looks at her, a puzzled expression on his face. He knew he has seen her before, but he can't quite place where.
"And to whom do I owe the pleasure?" the king asked, his curiosity piqued.
The woman smiles,
"I am the Marchioness of Bath, from the south-west of England," she says, her voice strong and unwavering.
The king's eyes widens in recognition. Of course, she has heard of the Marchioness of Bath, a woman of great strength and resilience. She has been through much, but has always emerged stronger than before.
Who wouldn't know the great Marchioness of bath?
