I am not bowed by the crowd's dissent. It is you who are challenged. One of you must know of a remedy. Where's the man who can cure her of might? He'll marry her, and get water to half my store. It's too late, we've heard it right. Marry her, sire. I need an heir I can trust, and I'll take him from her. Yes, she'll come down, marry, bear the child, and I'll make him a king and ensure the d'Arcy future. The peril is near because she's afloat. Because she is light that thugs at our throat. She burns us with shame because she's afloat. Perhaps it is time that we had the vote. There is my gauntlet. Now I am king. What man would marry that? Heartless votings for all of the devil. Zealand bombarded our army with bullets. But Darius wants us to dress the princess. Her a princess, what a charade. Royalty's only about the facade.