I always find it curious that the ones who complain the most are the ones who had the most privilege in their previous lives. You still are given a higher station here, with your own quarters, and servants.

No one is asking you to swear anything with sincerity--enough people do not, here.

[Though being trapped here is troubling, of course. But everyone is in the same place, with that.

The only Kings she has talked to here have had glimmers of brattishness. The Queens, do not. Not surprising to her, in truth.]

I merely pointed out there is more worth to be found here than a lute you play yourself.

[But after his outburst, she's no longer surprised.]