Your uncle was present at your trial, but as the men were already found guilty... [ White lies. Little comforts. ] They did not convict you of witchcraft. And the men, they confessed under torture.

[ He keeps his eyes to the ground as he speaks. High matters such as the execution of a Queen are much too grand for him to even comprehend, but it must be painful regardless. He thinks even those in power are much like common people too, like Strider, he would appreciate company when he is sad and he thinks, maybe Anne would too.

Frodo ventures the few steps it takes to stand right by her throne and offer her a hand to hold. More than that would be improper to offer to a Queen, but it seems terribly lonely to sit so high up with no one else beside. ]