"Then tell him that, if you have the guts to." Daphne shrugged nonchalantly. "If not, as your new queen, I can have you punished even without my husband's presence."
It didn't escape her notice that these two women only confronted her when Atticus was gone from the ballroom. Compared to Cordelia who dared to threaten her right in front of Atticus, they were practically infants.
"Are you sure about that?" Veronica asked challengingly, even as she cast a quick look around the ballroom for the King.
Daphne snorted quietly, and Veronica whirled back to point an offending finger at her.
"You're the outsider who knows nothing about our land or our customs. You might be a queen, but that isn't worth much if you don't provide him with a son."
