It was just a foot rub.

The Queen's thoughts:

Try on this mantle? Well, it is quite beautiful. Yes, I shall wear it. I go for long walks in the garden often. My legs will look fantastic in this.

Ah, yes. A very nice fabric. Wonder what its made of. Wait, what's it doing? Did it just shrink? I could have sworn it was a little longer. It still kind of fits. But, is that a draft I feel on my ankles? Dear God, I hope no one's looking. A queen's got to stay modest.

Give it back? No, of course it fits. It means what? What sorcery is this? So, I let another man play with my feet. If Arthur was more willing to give me a foot rub every now and then, I never would've gone to another man.

You know what? Fine. I didn't want the damned thing anyway.

Look at all these women. So unfaithful. They got much farther than I did. Valven's beloved took it in the butt and thinks that means she's still faithful. Ha! King Urien's daughter hiked up her skirt for anyone who looked her way. You should be a little more grateful, Arthur. At least I didn't let the guy suck on my toes. He was rather odd, that servant.

You should really count your blessings, my love.

That---that woman isn't human. Or, her beloved gives damned good foot rubs.