Baroness de Ghent, you are forthwith stripped of your title, and you and your horrible daughter are to be shipped to the Americas on the first available boat... Unless by some miracle, someone here will speak for you.
[Rodmilla begins looking desperately at the other nobles, they look back coldly.] [nervously]
There seem to be quite a few people out of town...
I will speak for her.
[Rodmilla turns around and sees Danielle dressed like a princess.]
She is, after all, my stepmother.
Marguerite, I don't believe you've met... my wife.
[to Rodmilla, smiling]
I want you to know that I will forget you after this moment, and never think of you again. But you, I am quite certain, will think about me every single day for the rest of your life.
And how long will that be?
[looks up]
All I ask, Your Majesties... is that you show her the same courtesy that she has bestowed upon me.
