After Laurel rushed upstairs, Basil stood, straightened his clothes, dusted himself off, and went to find Delia. Upon seeing him, she ran to him with glimmering wet eyes.
“That woman!” Delia cried. “That evil woman is bullying me just because she had the favor of the king.”
She sniffled and Basil grit his teeth.
“I promise. I’ll talk to my father. She can’t just terrorize you even if my father gave her the position. It’s not right anyway! You’re my wife, not Laura. She’s—”
Delia pulled away from him sharply. Her cheeks flushed and her jaw trembled, “You called her Laura.”
“What?” Basil frowned, thinking back to the conversation. He shook his head, “No, I didn’t—”
“Yes, you did!”
“Well—”
“You’ve been talking about Laura a lot lately like she’s still alive,” Delia sniffled. “Like
