Basile stood by the window in her chambers, staring into the sky, looking at nothing as she stood completely still. This has become sort of a tradition for The Queen, to stand there for hours until her mind came back to her "How long has it been?" Basile said suddenly, rubbing the sides of her arms, closing her eyes and moving her head down "Two, maybe three years? It doesn't matter, I'll remember that look on my husband till I'm buried in the cold, cold ground." Basile sniffles, wiping her face with her sleeve before just giving up and crying