Elizabeth presses her lips together, taking a few steps around the table before turning back and starting over again.

"You're right." She said finally, her tone even. "What you did was inexcusable. And I don't think I'll ever forgive you for it." He was so calm about this. It was unnerving. Maybe things would have been better if they both wound up screaming at each other.

"I'm twenty-years-old, Mr. DeWitt. I lived in that tower for most of my life. I had time to imagine a million different lives, imagined my mother was a queen and my father a king. But... I never imagined that I had been given away."