You're not. Honestly, you're one of the least kingly people I've ever met. [ Blunt, immediate, as she bites into the sandwich with a shrug. Her next words are muffled by chewing, but still clearly audible. ] But who cares? Take it from me: one of my father is more than enough.

[ After she swallows, she pats Gray on the shoulder, not the head — a gesture of equals, rather than anything condescending. ]

Listen, mouse. One day, I'm going to surpass King Arthur. I'll become stronger than he was, wiser than he was, and greater than he was. But that's something I chose for myself. My mother's intentions, the reasons behind my birth... those are all utterly irrelevant to me, just like they should be to you.

You're not Arthur Pendragon — you're Gray. It's not your fault the fools in your village didn't realize that.