The succession issue.
Everyone treats her, at 67, like a walking corpse. When they look at her, she can see them calculating in their minds who will be the king 'after' her.
Everyone is doing this.
Thus, they gnaw at her authority and glory.
The Queen didn't like that at all.
So when the atmosphere of the court gradually calmed down, she slowly broached the subject.
Having already set the stage with various rumors through different channels, the conversation was slowly flowing in the direction she wanted.
"The Spanish are coming to destroy our liberty in Ireland and various places. What do you all think?"
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"There are talks that we need a stronger navy. But we are already importing warships from Virginia, gathering cannons from various places, and protecting our land. What should we do?"
Various discussions emerge. But the Queen dismisses them again with a gesture and shouts, putting strength into her stomach:
"I ask again! What should we do?"
