I have a question that I'd like your feelings on:
You are a daughter of an Earl in 1559, you just boarded a ship to take you to your new husband, whom you have never met. You watched your mother's carriage disappear through the busy courtyard and then the ship's captain showed you to your quarters--a tiny bed surrounded by your trunks. He closes the door leaving you alone, staring at it.
How do you feel? What is the first thing you would do?