Emma knew this was bound to happen; that who she was related to would be used against her as some kind of trump card.
She snorted; getting ready to attack.
"And what's assuring me that you're not some gold-digging skank that's trying to dig her claws into my son's wealth?" She asked rudely.
Emma couldn't believe what she was hearing. Never in her life was she tempted to want to slap someone so badly.
She placed her glass down on the table as she tried to seem calm, even if her hands were in fists and her jaw was clenched tight.
Yet Queen Eleanor continued speaking.
"My son's the heir to the throne, and I'll use small words to explain what that means so you'll be able to properly understand what I'm saying, meaning he's in line to inherit an infinite amount of wealth. A lot of money, in a short amount of time," she explained.
