"Are you under a hex or what? I thought you were a Sorcerer? Why is it that you can't make the right decisions?"
Ilya raised her left arm and proceeded to rest her chin on her hand. She was, in all respects, having fun castigating her own father. But that wasn't what Ilya was trying to do.
She wanted to make him realize just how foolish he had been.
"I wonder just what my mother did that made you conspire with Sorsiana to kill her? Was it because you didn't really love my mother? Or was it because you wanted the Bismarcks to be at your mercy?"
Despite not wanting to succumb to Ilya's retorts, the Duke was now gritting his teeth at every word that came out of his daughter's mouth.
"Or maybe, just maybe, were you envious of how my mother was revered? You've been a talent all your life, but when my mother became your wife, she became the bone of contention. Father, are you so illiberal that you couldn't be happy on behalf of your wife's success?"