The King remained an ambivalent figure—grateful, yes, but also a man accustomed to transactions. His court preferred predictable narratives: the benevolent ruler who helps a girl; the grateful subject who repays with loyalty. Yet loyalty, the court discovered, is not a currency that can be minted overnight. Annie’s allegiance shifted slowly: she felt gratitude for safety but also a tension when palace order smoothed over the noisy generosity she had once practiced. Her identity, once messy and communal, was becoming refined into a neat emblem for the monarchy.