"The Kings and Queens are the heart of the city, sitting crowned from their golden thrown. That their rule is a sham and that they're disgusting makes sense. The rot spreads from the core. Claudius is the worm, that has oozed his way unnaturally inwards and poisoned where the seeds of the realm should lie. See, Gertrude, and her uterus."

Darren is pacing still, picturing. Blocking, in his head.