'Times were harder,' she says by way of explanation. Things simply weren't the same back then, even if her children had never gone hungry or wanted for warmth or comfort or anything it didn't negate the fact that what they often saw around them was death, chaos, a country over run by strangers from far away lands. 'It was not so difficult to make sense of when he put his hand around my throat or locked me in the dungeons. Sometimes chained like a common criminal.' and all of this before she had known her nature, nevermind Uther knowing of it. 'No well, said magic didn't even have the guts to tell me I wasn't alone or going crazy. So.'

'Oh? One could never tell... though I never said it's something I do only once a year. But it is my duty one a year.'