When the clouds cleared after lunch, the sky returned to a clear sky. The July sun hangs like a fireball in the sky and scorches the earth, the sun is so strong, the sky and the earth are in a dazzling light. In such a season, the weather should be hot, and the light air should be filled with frog drums, noise, murmurs, and tactfulness...... A variety of rich sounds.

However, in the City of London, in the Windsor Crown Borough or in any corner of the kingdom, one does not feel the heat. The breeze blows, and no matter what you do, you don't sweat, and summer is something that doesn't exist.

Isabel, who was sitting in the living room, glanced at the Countess of Surrey, who was sitting on the right, and raised her chin with joy, "Frances, the sun is out, and I want to go to the City of London to pick out a dress that suits me." ”

Mrs. Surrey, Frances Howard, looked out the window across from her and nodded with a smile, "Well, Isabel, pray that there are no clouds, or the weather will start to get cold again." ”

"Yes, ma'am. Well, Frances, let the servants prepare the carriage, we still have a long way to go. ”

"Okay. Well, will you go with me in a carriage? ”

Dressed in long sleeves, trousers, and a pair of high riding boots, Isabel stood up, turned to look at Mrs. Surrey, who stood up, and laughed thoughtfully, "I will, though I don't seem to have ever been in a carriage." ”

"Beth, you go and tell the people at the stables to prepare a carriage as soon as possible, and Miss Isabel and I are going to the city of London." Mrs. Surrey glanced sideways at the valet behind her, then turned her face to look at her with great interest, "Isabel, I can imagine what the postal attendant would look like when he saw you. If it were me, I would have doubted your identity as well. ”

"I'm sorry that these people judge a person's identity by their clothes."

"Of course. Otherwise, His Majesty would not have promulgated laws relating to the rank of clothing. ”

As the two were leaving the drawing room, Isabel heard the voice of her mentor from the study, and asked softly, "Francis, aren't you going to take Thomas or Jane with you to the city of London?" ”

As Mrs. Surrey walked out of the parlor, she glanced at her and said lightly, "Today is not the Lord's Day, the other day we celebrated the feast of the Feast of the Virgin, and their duty now is to take the education of their mentor seriously. ”

During the more than an hour's drive from Windsor to the City of London, Isabel chatted with Lady Surrey, who was in the same carriage, about everything from people or things in Plymouth to the royal postal attendants she met on the way. When the conversation turned to William Parr, Earl of Essex, Mrs. Surrey glanced leisurely at the view outside the car window and then at her, "Isabel, since you have returned, you should write a letter or go to Lord Essex's quarters in person, and tell him that you have accepted his invitation."

Isabel, who was sitting on the left side of the back seat in the car, propped her elbow on the window and said unhurriedly, "You're right. It's just that I don't want Mrs. Essex to misunderstand me. ”

"In that case, you can write a letter to him, won't you?"

"Well, that's right. Frances, will His Majesty crown Catherine Parr this time after her marriage? ”

"Maybe, I think. At least, His Majesty loved her so much that he snatched her out of Lord Seymour's hands. ”

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On July 9, three days before the marriage of Henry VIII to Catherine Parr. A servant of the Duke of Richmond rode his horse from Windsor to the banks of the River Thames in the city of London with a letter, for the residences of the Earl and Lady of Essex were interspersed with a long line of noble residences along the River Thames. It was a letter from Isabel to William Parr, Earl of Essex, full of her gratitude to the Earl and the Countess, and there was no hint of any previous intimacy between her and the Earl.

Meanwhile, Isabelle Walton, dressed in a newly purchased dress of the Baron's daughter, in a French garment shop, travelled in a light carriage from the Earl and Lady of Surrey to Whitehall, the court of Henry VIII, north of Westminster Abbey. Isabelle's purpose in entering the court at this time was naturally to thank Catherine Parr, a good companion who would soon become Her Majesty the Queen, for her kind invitation.

Whitehall, which at this time was still the main residence of the King of England in London, was also the largest palace in Europe, with more than 1,500 rooms. Until Isabel's time, Whitehall became a government street in the City of London after a fire at the end of the 17th century. Not only is it connected to the Houses of Parliament and Downing Street, but there are also a number of UK government agencies such as the Ministry of Defence, the Foreign Office, the Home Office and the Admiralty in its vicinity.

Today, Catherine Parr is the hostess of the Queen's residence in Whitehall, with three private rooms arranged one after the other, namely the duty room, the meeting room and the private suite. In Catherine's private suite, there is also her private bedroom, private wardrobe and private kitchen. Of course, her private residence in the court was not open to the public, and with the exception of Henry VIII and a few servants who were specially allowed to enter, the rest of the court and those who wished to petition her and her attendants could only wait in the drawing room.

When the royal chamberlain ushered Isabel into Her Majesty's drawing-room, she was received by the Minister of State of the Queen's court on behalf of Her Majesty. When Isabel explained her intentions to the Chancellor, the Chancellor sensed that her relationship with Her Majesty the Queen was unusual, and immediately let the servants into the Queen's private suite to inform Her Majesty.

Soon, the Earl of Essex and Her Majesty the Queen's sister-in-waiting, Anne Parr, walked out of the Queen's private suite. Since Anne also knew Isabel and had been in contact for some days, the conversation between the two went on very lightly. After leaving only a few servants in the living room, the lady-in-waiting, who was sitting on a chair in a reserved manner, smiled lightly, "Miss Isabel, you are coming to the palace for the first time, right?" ”

Indeed, Isabel entered the court for the first time in her life, and from the moment she stepped into Whitehall, she was struck by the spaciousness and grandeur of the court. The walls were covered with various religious paintings and portraits, which dazzled her to see. Before he could take a closer look, he was led to Her Majesty's drawing-room.

The Queen's Drawing-Room, which dined more for the public and formal dining, was particularly luxurious, although it was furnished with a few simple styles, but it was particularly luxurious for the English royal family. The word "priceless" popped into her mind as she looked at the furniture.