Josephine tossed her head away from the king's hand, her sapphire eyes blazing with anger and hatred. "You disgust me. My mother was a faithful and loving woman. Yet you had the nerve to mistreat her like that?!" When he mentioned her being used goods, a bit of her sadness and shame returned, but were shielded by the last comment, only adding to her flaring anger. "And you are any better?! My mother was no whore." A few tears managed to slip from her eyes, fueled by hatred, spite, frustration... the many emotions that flooded through her. "Did you treat your wife the way you treated my mother? Because I refuse to believe that you have a heart and were ever able to be anything other than this monster is see standing before me."