He is. Was even before he started ordering people to kill me, and declaring that I was a illegitimate whore, and that my subjects didn't have any business being loyal to me. [there's a frustrated growl to her words.]

... Having a husband of my own, ever having children. [because she does just want those things, simple really, in her fairy tales.] Sometimes I dream but... that's all they can ever be, a dream. [she thinks on Cross a little, but she pushes that aside quickly.]

Oh, very often. [there's a shaky laugh] But bad things, and men die for needless things, when I am not careful.