Oh, now she'd done it. She'd screamed at King Charles himself. Of all the people...it didn't matter that their ruler was obviously a harsh man, to take such little value in living. She'd insulted him, and it was likely she herself would not see the end of this day.
"My liege!" Still kneeling on the ground, she bowed her head so low, a blade of grass stabbed her eye. "I...I did not know. Forgive a simple girl and have mercy!"
The beetle was forgotten. It was now her own life she feared for.
"Please, sir! I really do value my head right where it is. You'd have little use for it, I should think? While I need it, for it is difficult to think without one."