[ Her eyes narrow a touch, and her hand clasps tightly over his then. They're no longer following the dance; just slowly turning. Though her voice is firm, her gaze commanding despite her short stature, she speaks with passion. ]

You will look at me, and you will listen. I am to hear no such words out of your mouth ever again. I have deemed you worthy, and to call a queen a liar is of the gravest of insults.

What you have done, what you have not done, is of no consequence here. I am only interested in what you will do, for the people and for yourself. For what good is any artist if he is too pained to believe in himself?