All this… yet you could not be happy with us. Or would you not allow yourself to happy? Was it stupid guilt that drove you to attempt escape, my poor child? Well, Alexandreina: you have had six months’ of penance to come to terms with that guilt, so now how do you feel? Look at the painting, child. Look at her. Wouldn’t you like to be her again? That can be arranged. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to do so… but you must swear to me, Alexandreina, upon your honour, that you will never try to leave us again. If you cannot promise me that… It would be against our law to have you killed, so it would have to mean another six months confinement, to reflect upon your future. What do you say, dear?”