[A quip of agreement is what she would like to do-- to insist that it's because she's more beautiful than any of the other girls he painted. Instead, she finds herself pouting as she follows after him, a giddy prance by his shuffle.]

Well, my plans for engagement had fallen through. And I was the older of the two unmarried sisters-- and Henry picked me. So my portrait was finished, and I went to England, never to return to the Holy Roman Empire. Amalia never married-- she lived with my brother and helped raise my nieces.