[ Then it's all that fear bubbling up too close, and she's never worked well in fear. She's her father's daughter, and Kings were never supposed to give into fear. ]

Never say again I am related to the royal family of this land. I am a servant to their Majesties, nothing more.

[ But she knows it'll serve her nothing now, her voice is too strained and the panic is too obvious. She cursed to herself in every language she knew, how could she be such an idiot. It might be damning because she's commanding, in the end. No lady in waiting commands like that, they request. But she'd ruled just long enough to know how to speak when like she expected the world to heel at her command. That just made her curse more, feeling frustrated.

She changed her tone after a moment, trying to calm down from the mindless sort of panic that gripped her. ]

I beseech you, to never do so.