The queen is in love

"What?" Ada asked, crossing her arms and staring deeply at her mother, trying to process what she'd just heard. 

Raphaeline, still seated, covered her face with her hands as if she wanted to disappear. "H-he said... that I was his..." she murmured, her voice muffled by shame. 

Ada blinked, incredulous. "You're... crying because... my husband didn't pay attention to you?" She spoke slowly, trying to maintain composure, though the irritation was evident in her tone. 

"It's not that..." Raphaeline whispered in rebuttal, too embarrassed to meet her daughter's gaze. "He said I was his... and I... I thought he wanted me... as his wife..." 

"As his wife?" Ada repeated, her eyebrow arching dangerously. 

Raphaeline finally looked up, her face as red as a tomato. "Like he did with Sapphire... He said it with such... intensity... I thought he was serious..."