“This is simpler—a clean break. If I find that someone is indispensable, I’ll hire them again.” “If they’ll rejoin you.” “They will. I’m the Queen. They won’t have a choice.” “You’re a merciless bitch.” I glare at him. “Fuck you. You don’t actually care about any of these people. You’re simply spouting the rhetoric you’ve been taught to spew at people like me. You judge me, and yet you couldn’t care less what happens to my subjects. I’m doing this for the good of the kingdom as a whole—for our survival.” “Survival is important,” he says smoothly. “Compassion is more important.”
