She stepped back.
"Option one: You apologize to Prince Larus personally. In writing. A proper apology acknowledging that you overstepped and that his choices in dress and presentation are entirely his own. You will also make it clear to every tutor, etiquette master, and protocol advisor in this court that Prince Larus is to be treated with the same respect as myself. Any future 'guidance' will be offered only when requested."
The countess nodded frantically. "Yes, Your Majesty, of course—"
"I wasn't finished," Heena said mildly. "Option two: You do nothing. You leave here tonight thinking you've gotten away with a simple scolding. And then, tomorrow morning, you wake up to discover that your daughter—your beloved, devoted daughter who recently became so interested in the church—has been selected for a very special honor."
She smiled.
