I became a governess to the children of the man who would become my second husband, although I had no intentions towards John at that time. His wife, Blanche welcomed my daughter to her household; John was her godfather. John was often away on crusade or providing guidance to his nephew King Richard II, only ten when he came to the throne, a curse for a young man.
I gave John comfort after his beloved Blanche died of the pestilence in 1368. They are buried together in St Paul’s Cathedral, their hands united in stone. It grieves me but it was his dying wish.