[ Rude, much? She’ll stop her sobbing, wiping her tears before placing her hands on her hips, eyes narrowing as she speaks, her voice loud and angry. ]

You’re more like the queen’s jester, than a king, you bastard! [ She snarls at that, completely composed, though her body shakes slightly, but only slight. ] This isn’t the Victorian era; we don’t work under some monarchy -- this is 2024, so don’t get on your stupid high horse and bring your ass back into reality!

[ … wow, that was fast. ]