On the forty-second page of this historical fiction acount of Lady Jane Grey's life, “Nine Days a Queen: The Short Life and Reign of Lady Jane Grey” author Ann Rinaldi wrote (emphasis added):
The winter at home was endless that year. And it snowed so much. I played with Pourquoi and he became part of the household, and although I feared the doings of court life, the intrigue, the need to watch my every word and move, yet somehow, at the same time, I missed it. I missed the people I'd met, the music, the masques, the times I had for study, alone.
Here, though our household was smaller, I was never alone. Mother made sure of that. Even when I was doing my studies or when my tutor came, Catherine or Mary was allowed in the room with me. Mother believed that when a young girl was allowed privacy, bad things happened. I don't know what. But the lack of privacy drove me near mad.