[Having a drink, thankfully, is a proper reason to take a brief pause in speaking--even just to blow lightly at the warm surface. Hopefully that excuses the slight carefulness of her features as she continues.]

A nation in constant consideration of it. The death of my dread lord the late King Hamlet death has put the whole of the kingdom in fear of it.

[And mourning, but surely that went without saying, clear enough in the careful shifting of her fingers around the cup.]

But his line is well-loved and much respected. I should think the risk no greater now than it always is.