"Ah, yes, Her Grace," Tom's voice took a darker turn and Hermione moved her hand onto the top of her sword subtly," She's why I have called you here. You see, Miss Sand, our own shared background has made me sympathetic to those of lower status, as I'm sure you understand. They are treated badly by almost everybody of noble birth in this kingdom." He sat upright in his seat and leant his elbows on his desk, fingers laced together tightly. "I'm afraid I must know. The Queen...Is she unsympathetic to our plight and struggles? Speak true. What does your heart say?"