Weak

"Ma, please return to your council. I don't need your help. I've got everything here under my control just fine. And why are you trashing my place?!" Venedette's eyes widened upon seeing the mess that her mother made in the throne room after arriving just minutes ago.

The Queen was slouching on the biggest golden throne with food and cushions beside her, very unrespectful to the place that was supposed to be sacred!

"Oh, right on time, dear! Please tell them this orange juice sucks." Halma said gracefully in disgust, completely ignoring what Venedette just said so she had to go again.

"Ma, did you not hear what I just said?"

"Hmm?" Halma shrugged and raised her eyebrows playfully at her while drinking a glass of rose wine.