'Uther is the King of Camelot, he was my father's liege lord and good friend.' supposedly good friend, and her disbelief shows in how the word is almost spat out.

'I am, or was as the case may be in here, his ward. I have been since I was ten years old and my father died in battle. My mother was already dead.' there was a sort of matter-of-factness about her being orphaned at such a young age, in spite of how much she missed them. It couldn't be helped, unless... well the computer wasn't likely to resurrect her parents for her, it just wasn't that kind. 'So I live in his castle, I eat his food, I am "protected" by a man who would execute children and let his best friend die by not sending reinforcements.'

'As you can imagine, it's terribly comforting.' Sarcasm? From a 5th century lady? Surely not.