"I heard that you had a tea party at your mansion yesterday."
A delicate finger rubbed the part of the glass's lips that were still on the table, that twisting motion she had messed up the attention of the soft olive-colored woman in front of her. Without such a move alone, she had been uneasy when she had to meet the number one woman in the empire, or could be regarded as her future mother-in-law, which of course, she would definitely have to meet often.
The uneasiness was evident from the expression on her face and Prila didn't like the weak attitude that Cecile was showing at all. It shouldn't be that the woman who has to accompany her son has this kind of weak attitude, she wants this woman to be stronger and feared.
"You will later become the wife of my son, which means that you will be the empress, the number one lady in this empire. If you can't dominate something, you can lose on this battlefield. Don't forget about it."
