"I know what you think." She sighed, shaking her head slightly. "You think I am too old for this job, and too weak..." She felt weak, sometimes. Her body was not as strong as it had been years ago, and for sure she was not young anymore - it had never been an obstacle to her, though. She had always tried her best - and she thought she still had a lot to do for her Queen and her country. Why was she the only one who saw that? Why was she the only one who still believed in herself, and in her own brains? She rose from her seat, taking nervous steps in the room, trying to hide the feeling of unease she felt in the pit of her stomach. Finally, ice blue eyes turned towards him, her expression as blank as she could to hide the nervousness she felt. "If you think I don't have the guts to send a man to die anymore, you are wrong."