Greta, choice is yours.

Back to present...

"Come on, grandmother. Go and save your lover. You have been protecting him even when Stan was blackmailing you. Why are you not protecting him now?" Louis asked, mocking him.

"Or… or, are you afraid of admitting it, grandmother? Are you afraid that this treason will bring you an unbearable punishment?" Louis asked standing up from his chair. 

"Don't worry grandmother. You taught me so well. 'Don't accuse others without the proofs'"

"I got the solid proof with me, my grandmother. You cheated on your husband, the king, during your marriage. According to the rules, you have to be thrown into a dungeon with food once a day. No sanity, no power and no lover" Louis chuckled darkly.  

The devilish look in his eyes made Greta shiver. 

She doesn't want to be thrown into a dungeon. She was once a queen, a royalty.