“My mother wasn’t raised to rule - I hated her for it sometimes, even though she made sure I was. But there was so much that could have been avoided, if only…” 

Joan isn’t sure why she’s telling Turhan this - she likes him very much, is coming to love him but these are heart secrets, things she has not even told her confessor let alone to the man her mother had furiously called a heretic and worse things. 

“I think it’s a very understandable thing, in truth love…”

He stops for a moment, still and she moves towards him - they might have both begun this in mutual pragmatism and fondness but they have built so much more. Turhan, who had a different set of burdens on his shoulders, who had to live up to parents who were rulers who were so far far beyond any that had gone before, golden dreamers who would echo through history yet to come. They were loving, they were perfect parents but it is hard to live up to a true and perfect Camelot with a mere mortal. 

“I love you Turhan. You are the best choice I ever made”