Heena looked at him with a smile. "Oh? In that case, should your father have also elevated your aunt—or I mean, your 'stepmother'—as the main consort, sweetie?"
He looked at her, thrown off. "Your Majesty, this is not the point of my father's life—"
"Why not?" Heena shot back. "You just questioned me, so I am questioning you back. If I am not wrong, your stepmother was the 'first' one who came into your father's life. The first one he married. So in that sense, why was 'your mother' the main wife?"
She looked at him pointedly. "If you cannot answer that, then just shut up."
With that, she stood up, dusting off her hands, and said in a serious tone: "Prince Larus is going to be the main consort. Main wife. Main power. If any of you have a problem—" her voice turned cold, "—just take the divorce papers and get lost."
This time, there was a firm, undeniable tone in Heena's words, clearly showing she was not joking.
