I feel, Gibbon dear, that I am coming in to my rightful heritage. For many a long year, ere I was a tiny girl suckling at my taken-without-permission mother's breast, that there was a dimension missing in my existence. I never felt I really fitted in anywhere. Oh yes, I loved to dance, and frolic in the May sunshine, but there was a certain melancholy attendant on those pursuits, a lightheadedness that now I can attribute to the absence of a crown.
But you may be third lady of the bedchamber if you desire, I will not forget my friends, and little Nigel may buff my toenails to a dazzling shine.