On the corridor, Gwen is on her way to her chambers. Sir Leon runs after her. Gwen looks arround: "Please not now. I'm tired and I want to go to bed. This so called banquet has made me unbelievable tired."
Sir Leon stops next to her: "MyLady please!" Gwens stops: "I'm sorry I can't stand this only one second longer. These parasites, drunkards and thugs, this is so humiliating." Gwen sighs: "Where is our Camelot?" Sir Leon hugs the queen. Holding the queen, he wispers: "You can't give up. Please." A tear runs down Gwen's face: "But what can I do?" Sir Leon lets Gwen go: "You have to be strong, stand it, you are the mistress here. Show them who you are. I know you can do that." Gwen looks still sad: "Thank you that you believe in me. But maybe King Alined was right. Maybe i wasn't born for that."