Me? I serve my country, and my uncle who rules it.

He sickens. I should be there to tend to him.

[She sighs, and now it's her turn to look grieved. Thinning her lips and withdrawing her hand, she makes a conscious, stubborn decision not to think too long on that.]

I am glad only that they have not asked that I kneel to another. That is a fight I should sooner avoid.

Have they asked it of you?