Clarisse shook her head.
"Soph, no," she refused.
She asked, "How's that even an option, this isn't high school."
Sophia shot Clarisse a look before she asked Emilia, "So you're the one telling me I'd be nothing without my title?"
She snorted.
"I was born into royalty, my title and the crown are my birthrights," she told Emilia regally.
"The only possible way you could've gotten this far was by seducing my father into making you his queen," she said, tilting her head to the side.
Emilia goggled at her.
"How's that for an 'abominable minx', Emilia?" Sophia asked smugly, staring at her stepmother who now had a huge bald spot on her head and a tattered ensemble.
Emilia raised her hand, about to slap her stepdaughter with all her might.
Clarisse realized this was time to finally intervene, something she should've done long ago, if not for her unripeness.
