[The fresh brew smells even better. If she were alone, Ophelia is certain she would have been effusive. On uncertain grounds, even ones which seem so inclined to stability, it seems better to murmur softly and beam instead. Men could be so changeable, after all.]

Of Denmark?

[The shift is unconscious. Ophelia might not have the bearing of one of the great ladies of court, but Polonius's children had been raised to be diplomats, if only by the guidance of an invisible hand.]

She is-- a small kingdom, my lord, with more islands than I've ever been able to hold count of. Elsinore sits in her east, that the king and his guard may better guard the straits from Sweden's advance on our people.