Your time has come, my king. I have tolerated this marriage for as long as I can bear it. I can't go one more day under your boorish company. Neither can this land- it's time for this place to be a Queendom. Though you weren't much of a husband, I will be kind as I usher you from this world. Feel my beautiful leather gloves covering your mouth, your nose, and succumb to my gentle pressure. My hand is firm, powerful, yet kind. You end will be a smooth descent into darkness. Breathe in the rich leather of my gloves. Feast your eyes upon my beauty as you fade. Other men could only pray for such an exquisite departure from this world. You're lucky to have me in the end.