Vetta's eyes widened at the unexpected reproach. She bowed her head immediately in apology. "I'm really sorry, your highness."

King Valendy's mouth pursed in a thin line, his wrickles standing out. He stared at King Lucien, "Which family is your mistress from, Lucien? That family didn't groom their daughter well in mannerism and behaviour."

It was Vetta's turn to be very uncomfortable. By 'family', the king means which privileged home did she come out ...