I have given The Queen a reading which she is convinced does not pertain to her, her children, or her court. She believes the reading pertains to her niece, Isabella, princess of Florence.
She has asked me to deliver this troubling vision personally. The journey from Paris to Florence may take a month. Yet I cannot refuse Her Majesty. I shall stay here at The Louvre this evening, and begin my journey to Florence at dawn. Queen Catherine has offered me an excellent horse, however I prefer to walk.