Victoria's lips were slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something more, but the words did not come out.
She hesitated for a moment and ultimately could not resist her habit of seeking Arthur's help, just like when she lay on the sickbed at Ramsgate.
"Arthur..." She lifted her head to look at Arthur, her voice low and somewhat uneasy: "What should I actually do?"
This question lacked the majesty of a monarch or the command of a ruler, and was more like a novice actor on stage, unable to control the spotlight, whispering backstage to a seasoned performer for guidance.
Arthur did not answer immediately; he lowered his gaze as if contemplating, or as if sifting through the countless disputes between royal authority and human affairs, legal principles, and public opinion over the centuries.
After a long while, he slowly raised his head, smiling, his gaze unusually clear yet gentle.
"Your Majesty, you should do nothing."
