The queen, dressed in a striking red oversized puffy coat, is led into the cell. Despite the weight of the golden handcuffs binding her wrists, the plush warmth of the coat stands in stark contrast to the coldness of the confinement. She stands there, hands shackled, the heavy cuffs digging into her skin, as she is forced to sit on the cold, hard floor, contemplating her fate in the dim, dark cell.