"That's none of your concern, is it?" Daphne said with a scowl, much to Jean Nott's delight.
He roared with laughter, not at all afraid that his voice would attract the attention of patrolling guards on duty― or worse, a returning King Atticus with a plateful of food for his pregnant wife. Instead, he continued over to the bed, gently wiping the sheets with a handkerchief, a look of disdain on his face, before sitting down with one leg crossed over the other as he smiled at Daphne.
"Your first reaction should've been to deny it if I was wrong," he pointed out. "But you didn't." He laughed. "That means there really is trouble in paradise after all."
"I don't see how the status of my marriage is of any concern to you," Daphne retorted.
