till you get to the Bottomland

BASTIEN

'Cause you've got a mind that is so hell bent on
Fixing me up before I get my coat off

Bastien watched Henry's reaction, his clear upset at it all; he supposed that once being the Queen's husband, now in the council, he was more used to the idea that leaders would change. Honestly, it was true that Wessex was polarising, and while he admired her strength, her determination, he could understand her reasons.

As she spoke of uniting people, again he felt the odd mix of obligation and horror in his chest, knowing that he'd been fostering a community in the Grounds for years now. Not that that immediately meant he'd be a good leader (he would refuse to ever be a 'King'), but it would be a good start.

"I...am wondering how you would choose your successor?" He asked thoughtfully, meeting her eyes as if he could somehow see into her mind.

You with those hands that are so hell bent on
Making a mess to suggest you'd think something