Bites, there’s something of a difference between coming to terms with something and liking it. I mean, we came to terms with my brother marrying a psychotic, manipulative harpy, but we weren’t exactly thrilled to have her in the family. My parents were nice to her, but she was certainly never treated like their favoritest family member ever. Given the situation, I can’t really fault the old woman for not being all gushing enthusiasm about Camilla.
No, no, really.
Hey, remember that time when a bunch of colonists without any sort of cohesive army kicked the ass of the (then) greatest military power in the world over this very same issue?
Mm-hm. Thought so. 