The petite blonde carefully suppressed the urge to simply gape at the man as if he'd lost his mind. Nothing he had said made any sort of sense to her; it was a jumble of words that she could understand individually, but together in his sentence, he might as well been speaking another language altogether.

"I do not recall a bodyguard by that name," she replied, this time suppressing a dour expression. While she loved her cousin as family, the queen did not particularly like her. But her personal opinions of Nero's choices were one thing. Why was this man the 'dictator of Rome'? Regardless of Arturia's personal disapproval, her over-dramatic cousin was nevertheless the rightful ruler...and the chivalrous knight despised tyranny. "In other words, you have overthrown my cousin?" she demanded coldly.

With that in mind, Arturia had to be careful; there was already an uneasiness not only within her court, but among the common folk. Had her kingdom been afflicted with a plague of madness...or was there something else?

"I tell you truly, I have been on the outskirts of my kingdom battling the corruption for a year and six months. I have received no news from my capitol since I departed on my campaign."