The coffin is covered in purple velvet, and drawn by four horses in black. The effigy of the late Queen is dressed in the robes of state complete with crown and sceptre and it's all a theatre.

That's all royalty really is.

It doesn't mean that it isn't damn effective, though, and it doesn't mean that Marlowe's arm doesn't tighten around Mary Anne even as not a shred of emotion passes over his too pale face.