She shakes her head, that answer is simple. Never, she would never go anywhere but her home. Whether that home be the walls of her Mahal, or in the slums of Whitechapel.

"Not because of this land, its war or its customs. But I am a Queen, my place will always be with my people. They are the whole part of me, and without them, I am nothing."

She is nothing else, but that. To whittle down the parts of her and everything else and there would just be that. That press, that pressure, to lay it all down over and over again. "My destiny has always been with them."

This girl's stars, she will bring great fame to her husband's clan. No, no, there was nothing else, not anymore.