Glittering castles in Spain were shaping themselves out of the mists and rainbows of her lively fancy; adventures wonderful and enthralling were happening to her in cloudland—adventures that always turned out triumphantly and never involved her in scrapes like those of actual life.

Wherein she fareth like one , that to purchase the name of a sumptuous frankelen or a good viander, would bid diuerse ghests to a costlie and deintie dinner

passage[…]in thy ſhoulder do I builde my Seate;

Unless he's not on her side any more, in which case she's screwed: loyalties do tend to shift a bit in the Throneverse.