LIKE FINE WINE, SHE IS BETTER WITH AGE AND SLEEP.
"Nicholas!" The queen mother calls. She seem to have lost her cool now. "You will not dare to lay a finger on my daughter again. How dare you?" She shouts gripping the iron bar of the cell. "After all Phantasy has done for you? Or did you think because you are the devils own blood, my daughter would pale when compared to you? Phantasy might have let go of the title of being princess in order to be with you but she will forever be a royal blood and should my daughter want to come after her throne, that rightfully belongs to her I would be there to guide her through and dont you dare think about eyeing the throne because you are married to her." She complains looking down at him like she had always done. The old woman could not even bother with her knowing she is always that way towards the Lord.
Nicholas on the other hand wasnt fazed by all the things she had just said. It was typical of her to do that when she is aware he is at his weak point.