“Are you crazy?!”
The bitter tone in Pearle's voice made her raise an eyebrow of inquisition. Realizing her slip, Pearle quickly cleared her throat. Slowly, she spoke, her tone soft and persuasive.
“I beg your pardon, Princess. I was not thinking logically. What I meant to ask, was; whatever do you mean by keeping the babe?”
“Are you saying I should not?”
Lightly coughing to decrease the uncomfortable atmosphere, Pearle meticulously murmured.
"Of course not, Princess. But there are consequences."
Wringing her hands in her lap, Angelique murmured, her voice sounding convincing and persuasive, but inside she was a wreck. The tactic that Pearle had shown to dismiss her sudden outburst was deceiving.
“I understand your reasoning, Pearle, but this babe is mine. I wish to keep him/her.”
