It is better to be loved.

"That's what your rule is based on," you explain. She might be sitting on the throne, but she's the one listening to your words. "If the people do not love you, then your power over them will disappear. I know that it must feel so tempting, to have so much power at your fingertips. But you must remember that your power comes from those around you. If they stop loving you, then they will stop obeying you. That's why it's so important for you to keep the interests of the people in mind."

"But what about the treasury?" asks Rosalia. "If I help one, they're all going to ask for coin. Surely we can't empty our coffers so quickly!"

You feel a brief flash of irritation, but stamp it out quickly. She'll learn not to question you in time. "Let the Minister deal with the treasury. You're a princess, not a coincounter. Tell him to figure something out, some new decree to help the poor that'll look good but won't cost too much. The nobles will grumble but they should be used it by now. They're your subjects, not the other way around."

And really, this is your message to the nobility: Rosalia won't be pushed around by them. Only by you. She nods, slowly at first then quickly as she comes to terms with what you've said. She glances down awkwardly, adjusting her cleavage as best she can and trying not to flash too much to the audience hall. Her cheeks are still a little pink, but she's gotten a little used to showing more skin even in front of crowds. Taking a breath, she nods and straightens her back. "Draw back the curtain!" she proclaims. "The Crown is ready to decide this matter."