Calhoun stared back at the old hag, who he knew was responsible for his mother being thrown out of the castle. Even though his mother had never brought the topic up with him, he had gone around to find as much as he could to know what had transpired, and he wanted to know more about his mother's time here.
A smirk appeared on his face, and he noticed the older woman, Queen Morganna, pop a nerve on her forehead. They could dig all they wanted about him, thought Calhoun to himself, but they wouldn't find a speck of dust on him. He had come here to send every single person to Hell, who had made his mother shed tears.
Queen Morganna stepped down from the throne, walking past Calhoun closely while not leaving her gaze from him until she crossed him to step out of the royal court room. Rosamund closely followed her mother along with her son and her family.
"Lady Lucy?" The maid named Amice called Lucy's attention as the princess appeared to be in a dazed state.