What's she want here?
For breakfast, a priest to bury her father. For lunch, Zorro's head on a pikestaff.
She does, eh? Thinks she can give me orders? I'll get my hands on her and govern her with a lash.
Bravo. There's no more bracing treat than beating women. Of course, it will cost you your head.
Oh, what?
The queen is her aunt. And the queen hates having her nieces flogged by the soldiery.