Bring your blade towards her

Your hand grips the cold pommel of your sword as clarity fills your mind. You are well aware that what you are about to say could likely mean your demise, but still, you must say it: "Queen An, I fear you have overplayed your hand, for I would much rather be judged after my demise than spend another minute with your blade on my throat."

Queen Ana smirks. "You're bluffing; you won't want to die."

Your smirk back. "I wouldn't be so sure about that. Because the way I see it, I'm bead either way." Before you draw your blade, gently touch it to her chest.

For the first time ever, you see true fear and panic come to Queen Ana. "You can't!!! What about your people."

You laugh. "If it comes to it, they are far better begging for forgiveness from my killers than serving one day under you." As you slowly and carefully slit her dress at the cleavage.

Queen Ana frantically pleads, "But I am with your child."

"You will twist any child from you so that it can't be considered anything but yours." as you slowly lift the blade to her chin

Queen Ana's eyes begin to cry as she begs, "Please, no, I don't want to die. I'll do anything!"