More than anything

Oh, god, he knows. Not just about her and the Prince -- his tactful hedging speaks volumes, and her cheeks prickle with embarrassment -- but about her husband and his fears. She wouldn't have shared either of those things; they wouldn't have wanted such details immortalized. How have they survived?

The news that the Princess found out is enough to have Greta burying her face in her hands, utterly mortified. But any thoughts of how she might ever face the woman are quickly brushed aside when Jesse starts speaking of deaths -- of multiple deaths. Her hands drop, and the color drains from her face.

"Besides Jack's mother?" She leans forward, knowing she shouldn't ask this, but not letting that stop her. "Who else? Is--my husband, my son, do they...?"