[ Thoughtful humming. Then, definitively: ]

Exile. The Queen of Coriandria shall not suffer even the ashes of detractors in her realm.

They may come back if they pen her an extensive apology for their previously demonstrated poor taste which includes an exhaustive and earnest paean— sheet music included— to her unparalleled beauty and virtue.

[ A pause. ]

Vices may be included, but only if they are cast in the most flattering light.