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- This woman will not go quietly.

She's already made that clear.

- So we may look past our grief

and focus on the life

and achievements of our beloved king.

Though our noble father has been released

from this mortal coil,

cast back into the material waters

from which all things rise

and stand courageous.

Unerring in the shade

of thy reaper.

- I have given you everything!

- You have given me nothing but a lifetime of misery!

- I will teach you some...

respect!

- H-hi.

Hello?

Aah!

Aah!

- Since the departing of our king,

you have revealed your most unbecoming nature...

gallivanting about with those harlot friends of yours.

As his widow, you have a responsibility

to conduct yourself with dignity and honor...

yet you walk with the widened gait of a whore.

- As your queen, I'm allowed to behave

in any way that I see fit.

Or must I remind you that this widening gait

once enveloped and devoured the man that you call your king?

- I see no queen.

I see a filthy child dressed up

in the trappings of a title into which she was not born.

Your wicked tongue makes light of the whispers

which would place a bounty on any other head.

- Can't a queen mourn the loss of her beloved king

in any way that she'd like?

- You have maintained your innocence from the start,

and you were allowed that innocence

as a way to placate public perceptions

as we investigated the murder of our king.

I and others are beginning to suspect

that these may not be just rumors.

- Okay.

So then you'll let townsfolk

be the judge, jury, and executioner of a queen?

You'll let the gossiping of peasants

determine a queen's fate?

- Does the royal blood flow through your veins?

Are you in the direct lineage of rulers?

No.

Our beloved king has departed

and your title along with it.

All I see is a common widow.

- Make no mistake,

the blood with which my veins carry may be common,

but the child in my womb is all that remains

of your royal blood

and all that remains of your king.

- If the child you carry,

the rightful heir to this throne, is a boy,

then the court shall raise him up

to be an honorable king like his father before him.

If a boy it is not,

it will be tossed into the sea.

Regardless of the child's fate, you have defiled our court,

besmirched the crown,

and you will be executed for your treason and wickedness.

You brought this upon yourself.

Now go, and make yourself useful!

- Sir? - Yeah?

- She's gone.

- What do you mean "gone"?

- She's not there.

- Shh.

Ooh.

Mm.

- Shh.

Ooh.

- Hi.