Your mother loses her confidence.

The confidence and her elegant royal composure quickly escape your mother as she muddles, "Yes... My King." Her nervous freeze her motionless as you walk around her with greedful eyes. You stop walking around her once you get behind her and place your hand on her shoulders.

She muddles in fear as you side your hands into the shoulder of her royal dress.

"My dear Mother, thou must know that a Queen can not marry an Arche Duke without the Arche Duke claiming the title of King himself. And we can't have a foreigner as our King." You gently kiss her soft, exposed neck as if trying to lighten the blow of what comes next. "So from this very moment, you are stripped of your royal title as the Queen and everything that comes with it."

Beatrice looks down at the dress that she is wearing. Everything on her body belong to the the property of the state, or and least, the current person holding the title of the Queen of the state. It is at that moment that she understands what you were getting at. From the moment of her birth, she has always been Royalty, and her position always came with a matching complement of clothing and jewelry. She started as a princess, before becoming the royal princess and ending up as the Queen. With each progression of her rank, her wardrobe adjusted accordingly.

It would have been the kingdom's greatest shame for its royal not to have the finest clothes available; thus, whenever she needed more or newer clothes, all she needed to do was ask and they would be provided to her. There was no need to buy any clothing personally, and thus she never thought about acquiring them using her own money. She couldn't bear to look at you as she takes her royal seal and placed it in your hand, trembling as she said, "I present to you everything that the Kingdom own."

In order to not damage the royal clothing, you cautiously slip the dress from her shoulder before having her step out of it.

The awkward size of sher gown made it quite a struggle to remove and bring it to your throne without dragging it. Your mother fully understands that the act of 'undressing her' in this royal outfit is typically tasked to three women, and for you to do it by yourself without letting someone else touch her is a sign of respect. "Thank you for allowing me some dignity as you strip me of my title."

"Mom, you are still my mother, you still are and always will be the woman that gave birth to my royalness, and I do not wish you harm; I only do what is required." Your fingers work on the threads of her corset; each thread you unravel from the corset symbolizes you stripping away her royalty status. Finally, you undid the last remaining thread of her corset and removed it from her, leaving her utterly exposed. Just as she stands in front of you, naked with a strand of thread on her body, the Queen Beatrice exists no more; only a free woman named Beatrice remains.