Respect is earned (3)

"Whoever allowed you to take her will lose their hands. I hope you are okay with that, mother," Edgar tapped his fingers on the table to suppress his anger. There was nonsense after nonsense at the time of day he liked to have peace. 

Priscilla neared the table not caring what would happen to the guard who freed the young maid. "To have the poor girl locked up-"

"It was better than me getting rid of her hands for slapping my wife. I have no problem doing it right now if that is what you wish. Take her back," Edgar advised his mother. "You've placed two women in my life to mess with my marriage. You are lucky to be my mother. I don't know if I would be able to remain this calm if you weren't."

"You are threatening me again," Priscilla glared at her son.