His tone was curt, though she couldn't help but smirk when he spoke of the 'pretty' things in life. She couldn't disagree, though it wasnt her style. He met her gaze, speaking of retribution. Brows would lift, in a mixture of surprise and interest. He knew who she spoke of, and he spoke ill of her. Despite it all, she was more inclined to believe her own son before the word of a stranger. Should she ever return, he wanted to be presence. A sneer curled her lips. "Of course." She would not miss the chance to see for her own eyes that her son was a capable leader, and capable of putting to rest any problems. "What do you intend to do?" Her crown tipped to the side, interest evident in her gaze. Would he take her life? Strip her of her crown? Dismantle any family she had? And oh what she wouldn't give to be watching from the sidelines. Her bloodline would continue, proud and strong, undefeated by those who were so evidently beneath them.
