Harry and Ruth bow and curtsy to Her Majesty and step further into the room before repeating the actions. Harry then walks over and kisses Her Majesty's hand.
"Sir Harry Pearce, welcome, please sit down." Queen Elizabeth offers he and Ruth a seat. Harry and Ruth both carefully sit down. "This is your wife, Sir Harry?"
"Yes, ma'am. This is my wife, Ruth, and please, ma'am, it's just Harry. I hate using my title unless I have to." Harry happily relays the information about Ruth.
"Alright then, just Harry. How long have you and Lady Pearce been married?" Her Majesty asks politely.
"It's rather recent. We got married a month after I left the Service. So, we've been married six weeks." Harry smiles at Ruth.
"How long have you known Harry, Lady Pearce?" Queen Elizabeth asks turning towards Ruth.
"Please ma'am, call me Ruth. I'm not used to my title yet. Harry and I met when I started working in his section at MI-5. He was in charge of Section D and I was seconded from GCHQ. I became the intelligence analyst for the section. I worked there for nine years, thought I was in exile for three. 3 months ago I went to work for the Home Secretary as his Security Adviser and six weeks ago I retired." Ruth explains.
"That sounds like a very complicated life." Her Majesty pours each of them a cup of tea.
"You have no idea." Harry mumbles as he reaches for his cup of tea.
"Have you dealt with many terrible terrorist cases, Ruth? How many languages do you speak?" Her Majesty asks.
"I've dealt with too many terrorist cases to count. Some of them were terrible. I've lost more colleagues than I care to remember. I speak English, French, Latin, Mandarin, Wu, Arabic, and German. Wu is only a spoken language from Asia." Ruth tells the Queen. "I can also speak Greek."
"You are quite a brilliant woman, Ruth. I may have to look up the details of your career. If you caught the eye of Harry Pearce you must be quite remarkable. I know the details of his career quite well." The Queen smiles at Ruth.