A castle was in the forest. Lizzie stood near the door of a balcony. A bluebird flew off her finger. She was visibly pregnant.
"You're thinking about what the Queen said again, aren't you? Lizzie, please. I can't keep having this conversation. You have to let it go. We're about to have a baby." Ciel said.
"I haven't had a restful night since our wedding." Lizzie said.
"That's what she wants – to get in your head. But they're only words. She can't hurt us." Ciel said.
"Of course she can!" Lizzie said. "You have no idea of what she's capable of."
"What can I do to ease your mind?" Ciel asked.
"Let me talk to him." Lizzie said firmly.
"Him? You don't mean…" Ciel said.
"I do." Lizzie said.
"No, no, no. It's too dangerous." Ciel said.
"He sees the future." Lizzie pointed out.
"There's a reason he stays where he is." Ciel said.
"Can you promise me that our child will be safe? Can you guarantee it? Because he can." Lizzie said.
"Alright. For our child." Ciel relented.