Castle - Room 61

You enter a comfortable room illuminated by candlelight and an active hearth. A woman looks down mournfully, holding a bouquet of flowers. She glances at you and speaks:

You're welcome to warm yourself by the fire. If you're here to reason with her ladyship, you have a difficult task. My lady is in her quarters, scheming against the king. They were once the closest confidantes, inseparable and unified. The awful sorcery that plagues this place is the source of their strife; I just know it.