Eleanora frowned upon seeing Ileana playing with her food, and she could see her daughter's mind was elsewhere.
"Ileana."
Eleanora's frown deepened as she called her daughter out.
"Ileana!"
Ileana was jolted into reality as she replied, "Yes, mom."
"I know the food is a bit unappetizing, but..."
"Mom, the food is fine, and with each passing day, it is getting better and better."
"Then what is the problem, don't tell me someone is bullying you?"
Ileana shook her head as she spoke, "No, no, Mom, no one is bullying me."
"Then what?"
"Things have been tense since that execution."
Marcel frowned as he spoke, "Last I checked, Ciara did an excellent job of swaying the public opinion, and so from where is the problem stemming?"
Beatrice looked as if she ate something sour while Eleanora spoke with a gasp, "They are planning a retaliation."
