Vetta's cheek turned up angrily. "How would you know the kind of person she is!? Just because Remeta has some misguided notions of her doesn't make her a saint, Baski! This woman hates the king as much as the king hate her! Why should we leave him in her care!? Never!"
Danika turned towards them and looked an uncertain Baski in the eyes.
"I would never do anything that would hurt the king." She vowed.
"How dare you speak when you aren't spoken to!?" Vetta took two steps forward, ready to stuck her hard on the face again.
But Chad moved in front of Danika, blocking Vetta's part.
"Get out of my way, right this minute!" She commanded, her anger boiling.
"I can't do that, mistress."
She stuck Chad hard on the cheek, "I said, get out!"
He didn't blink an eye. "No. I can't do that."
She raised her hand again but Baski intervened. "The king is sick! The king is unwell! This shouldn't be what we're doing right now!"