It is truly exhausting being the only person in this entire castle with a sense of duty. Between managing the Black Council and watching over the Queen, I barely have time to breathe. And the whispers from the smallfolk? Pathetic. They gossip about "tragedies" in the birthing chamber and marriage beds as if they understand the heavy price of a crown. If they spent half as much time working as they do japing, perhaps the realm wouldn't be in such constant turmoil.