At his side stood his sisters, the Princesses Mary and Elizabeth.

Both were pale and of a sad countenance; but with both, it was not for their father that they were grieving.
Mary, the bigoted Roman Catholic, saw with horror and bitter anguish the days of adversity which were about to befall her church; for Edward was a fanatical opponent of the Roman Catholic religion, and she knew that he would shed the blood of the papists with relentless cruelty.

On this account it was that she mourned.
But Elizabeth, that young girl of ardent heart--she thought neither of her father nor of the dangers threatening the Church; she thought only of her love, she felt only that she had been deprived of a hope, of an illusion--that she had awoke from a sweet and enchanting dream to the rude and barren reality.

She had given up her first love, but her heart bled and the wound still smarted.
The will was read.

Elizabeth looked toward Thomas Seymour during this solemn and portentous reading.