The queen was going crazy.
She had knocked down literally everything inside her chamber until there was nothing left, leaving her depressed. She screamed her lungs out and even banged on the door but got no response either.
HOW?!
Just how did they expect her to find the rat who had actually done this if she was to remain locked here? Harold had played her. He played her big time. And all the stupid aristocrats were too blind and cowardly to see that.
She was back to square one. Or maybe square zero.