She can hear the instructing words that tell her to show restraint and temperance, that is befitting a woman her station, not a shrill fish wife. A foreign Queen no less, that is not secure of her position, at least until the child was born. Yet it hurt, hurt beyond words how he could - could just -

It might be the right thing to do, but the wound is old, the hurt raw, and she finds herself so quickly without grounding to the onslaught of how it feels.

"You ought to tell me! Did you think I would not find out?!" She rises forward, closing the distance between them. "Or did you simply not care!"