He looked down at her, blue eyes serious, taking her measure.

"Well, ideally you should postpone the coronation and stay safely indoors until I've managed to neutralise the threat, your Majesty," he said, a little droll because he was already aware he had a kindred spirit in Victoria and there was no way she would go for so restrictive a plan. He shrugged, those same blue eyes now alight with wry humour, twinkling down at her.

"But obviously that's not going to happen." A quick grin. "So second best would be for you to have someone you trust check out all the people who can get close to you here in the palace, and meanwhile give me access to do my own investigations." He sobered again, his hand tightening fractionally, almost protectively, on her back as if keeping her close in the dance would protect her from the threat. "There are imposters here somewhere, your Majesty. It's vital that we find them before it's too late."

((OOC: Again, so sorry, I've been really ill, but I love your Victoria and would love to see where this can go. :-) ))