Do you pretend to be surprised? Yes.

From the other players in the masque, and from everywhere else in the Court, you hear (impressively realistic) gasps of surprise. You put your hand to your heart as if overcome. "Oh, Your Majesty!"

"'Tis I," she says, and kisses your hand. She reaches out and very gently pulls your mask over your head. "But yours is a face unknown, virtuous Virtue–what is your name?"

"Ana de Peña, Your Majesty," you say, and make a deep curtsy.

"Ah yes, of course. Don Pedro's niece." She smiles at you. "Come just in time to show us all how Virtue should appear. It has been our honor to rescue you this evening, and we hope you will enjoy your time in our Court."

You have a most delightful time the rest of the evening. There are other performances, and in between, you make the acquaintance of many different people. The Queen granted you her attention; now you have the attention of the rest of the Court, as well. You think you catch the Queen looking at you, now and then. You are certain that de Mendosa is.

Your aunt comes to you, leading a plump, middle-aged woman with a red face and expensive clothes. "Ana," she says, "Doña Carlota Torres most particularly desired to make your acquaintance. Doña Carlota, my niece Ana de Peña."

"I am enchanted," Torres says to you. You murmur something conventional in reply.

The rest of the night passes in a blur. You ride the wave of exhilaration back to your room and tumble into sleep.

A few days later, you attend a lavish banquet in honor of the newly-arrived Ambassador from Sahra.

Your aunt inspects your attire narrowly, and pulls your collar up a little higher. "It is very important that you be dressed respectably at an important function such as this. The honor of House de Peña is at stake!"

You follow her and your uncle down the stairs, and join the crowd milling about the Great Hall, sipping wine and waiting for the Queen and King Consort to enter with the Ambassador. You stand for a moment in the doorway, watching the room.

"Good evening, Doña Ana," a voice says at your elbow. You turn to see Carlota Torres.

She is again dressed in clothing that is obviously expensive, but not flattering. She wipes her sweating red face with a silk handkerchief. "Very warm in here, isn't it? But it doesn't seem to be troubling you. You look enchanting this evening. May I have the honor of escorting you?"

"My niece would be delighted to have you as an escort," Aunt Leonor says meaningfully from your other side.

You seem to have no other choice but to take Doña Carlota's arm. She leads you in a promenade about the room.

What do you do?