She knew that she should just take the apology but she couldn't help it. Not when she was attacked like that so mindlessly. True, Atticus wasn't talking about her but it still applied to her situation. It still struck too close to home.
"Frankly, I just dislike Prince Nathaniel as a person," Atticus admitted. "And I will take any and every chance available for me to make a dig at him. However, I was thoughtless and failed to consider the implementations of my words."
He gently released his hold on her, his arms loosening but never failing to maintain contact. Atticus spun Daphne around so that he could meet her gaze as he spoke.
"The lack of magic doesn't make you a lesser person," Atticus said. "In fact, unlike that little worm of a crown prince―"
Daphne rolled her eyes at his words but otherwise didn't say anything.
