She listened to his entire rant and then she smiled, utterly amused.
"You are absolutely right. You aren't a servant, you're supposed to be my husband. You're supposed to support me, too, but I think you lost sight of that somewhere on your way to the pile of rocks that was supposed to be your children's inheritance. Also, the servants would never talk the way you have, they'd sooner die than disappoint this city." She took a step closer, and raised her eyes to look at him. "Remember something, Sam. I will be the last person standing when every single one of you is gone. After you've died, he's died and even Alexandra, because I will outlive her, eventually, too. This city is what I've been condemned to, not you and not them. I've already relinquished them, you don't ever have to worry. Clearly, it's never been anything but distasteful to you and I would hate to have that be their legacy."
She had never one considered that Sam didn't love her city as much as she did and it was then that she decided that she would never relinquish control. This conversation would replay in her head forever.