Petunia gasped. A tear ran down her cheek. She glared daggers as her hands tightened on the horses reigns.
"Then, Celsidia, as princess, you give me no choice. You are no longer a part of my court. You are on your own, as by law you are now considered a traitor."
It was clear her heart weighed heavily as she said that, as the nobles that gathered all nodded. The princess clearly did not wish to dish out punishment, but she had no other choice.