It's common... From what I understand of your world, you live a quiet, subtle existence in your goings, however violent they may be. [She understands it, even if she hates it. She wonders if he can understand at all.] It goes further then just dying in mine, you see? Because I am not of common blood, I am a daughter of Kings, great lions of men, and so am a lion myself, thus the death cannot be quiet, not if my enemy wishes to be great. I must be stripped, first of my title, then my life... and then, when my head is stuck on a pike and displayed on the bridge for children to stare at, will they have taken my honour, and the honour of my family. But I accept that too, if that is my fate.

[She opened her mouth to snap at him the usual reply, that she was ordained by God. But somehow, she didn't think he'd find that an answer.] ... I am what I am, because someone must be. I asked the same thing of myself, but if I do not, if I let my country become weak and taken? What sort of Queen would I be? But at least I can do so with some humility. I try to show mercy where I can, and only kill if I must, and only after I am attacked first. [She had standards unlike... There was a cruel tilt to her lips then.] And believe me, that is more then many do, even in my own family.