"I like shoes," Charlotte says with a small shrug. "They make me feel happy when I'm not." She doesn't mind Zaira ruffling through her closet. A lot of the clothes are for meetings and professional situations.

But there are some actually useful clothes. Not made with this situation in mind but they'll work.

She pulls out two old twill jackets she had for riding. Some boots that have been used for hunting before and trousers for the same purpose. A few really sturdy twill skirts and thick sweaters. Then come the leather gloves that are more warm than sturdy, soft leather with fur lining. Then she dives in further to pull out a box that she barely ever goes into. This box has a pile of jeans and other clothes. Like little tops and tiny skirts. Some pretty impressively slutty underwear.

She had a life before being a queen, okay.

"These might work," she says as she keeps piling them up on the floor. "Uh, I know how to shoot a riffle," she offers to the last question.