Agatha (50) <2-in-1>

With how things were going, who would dare sympathize with Margarette?

'No,' she kept shaking her head as if she was denying reality.

However, when she snapped out of it, she subsequently realized that no one would come to save her House. Her husband was out there fleeing from pursuers from the military.  She had no real background here to shield her from the interrogation as Francis IV, her current identity's biological father was so indifferent to her. She was even starting to suspect whether 'she' was really the king's child or if the monarch was simply this heartless.

Finally, the Duchess realized, she could only depend on herself. She must do something.

After overworking her brain to come up with a refute, she yelled out.  

"W-wait, Your Majesty! Please hear me out!" A bead of sweat was trickling down from her forehead to the tip of her nose. Her stutters had an unmistakable tone of desperation in it.