ROSS. It’s not nice in Edinburgh. I can’t ride my horse and they won’t feed me till I’m nearly asleep. It’s always special food, for the parties, it’s too spicy for me but I’m not allowed to eat in the kitchen. Can I come home?

JAMIE. No.

ROSS. Would Mum let me come home?

JAMIE. Yes. But I won’t.

ROSS. He says you’ll never be King.

JAMIE. Why not?

ROSS. Because one day I’ll be big enough to kill you.

A pause.

I got a dog. He’s grey, he’s lovely. Do you want to see?

JAMIE. No.

The Queen’s Room, Stirling, Later

DAISY is led on by ANNABELLA and PHEMY. She is scared and hostile.

DAISY. What? What?

ANNABELLA. Queen just wants a word.

PHEMY. No harm.

MARGARET enters. They settle themselves round her. MARGARET is smiling, friendly.

MARGARET. So.

Daisy.

Is that your real name?

DAISY. Yes.

MARGARET. Do you know why I asked to talk to you?

DAISY. You can’t get rid of me. You can’t make me go away.

MARGARET. Why do you think I’m going to ask you to do that?

DAISY. You can’t do anything to me. I’m not going to eat your food and I’m not going to drink your drink. You can glower at me all you like. I’m not going anywhere.

MARGARET. You think we’re going to poison you? Why would we poison you?

DAISY won’t reply.

Daisy, do you think you’re beautiful?

DAISY. Your eyes can answer that for you, can’t they?

MARGARET. I want to know what you think.

DAISY. Like the Queen of Heaven.

MARGARET. That’s what you think.

DAISY. That’s what they tell me. Why would they lie?

MARGARET. When did they start telling you that?

Who was the first person that told you that?

A beat, DAISY doesn’t like this.

DAISY. My mother.

MARGARET. How old were you?

DAISY. I don’t know! Small. I was always the pretty one.

MARGARET. Prettier than your sisters? Did you have sisters?

DAISY. I don’t have to talk to you, you know. You can’t make me.

MARGARET. You didn’t have sisters?

DAISY. None that lived. No.

MARGARET. Ah! So you were precious to your mum.

DAISY. My mother’s dead these five years. What’s your point?

MARGARET. You are very pretty. There’s no denying it. I wouldn’t take that from you.

DAISY. Well, you couldn’t, could you?

(Looks at ANNABELLA.) What are you looking at?

(To MARGARET.) Your husband loves me. That’s not my fault.

MARGARET. Well, he loves a lot of people, Daisy, that’s the thing. That’s the problem, isn’t it?

You’re very like him, aren’t you?

DAISY. Like who?

MARGARET. My husband.

DAISY (suspicious). What do you mean?