I will kill the mother of this child, Psyche decided. Taking over her territory simply wouldn't do. Mauja had been hers to command, hers. And what about Sno? Had he simply forgotten that he already had a foal? Had he simply forgotten her, forgotten their plans? Perhaps she should send this brat packing and go from this land, start anew elsewhere. It was an option. She could return later and get her vengeance upon this other femme and the colt before her now. Or - a new idea struck her - she could continue her current plan and ascend the throne anyway. She could always cast out the little prince and his mother later, if she played her cards right. They wouldn't need this one - Tamlin, his name was - if Sno was to be heir. And they wouldn't need any heir for a long time. Their reign of power would be glorious.
These thoughts flashed through her head in the blink of an eye as she regarded the young one carefully. She must play this carefully, then. Gain his trust. But how? She spoke again after a moment's pause. "Early, then, I suppose you're right, young one." A smile. Sweet, demure, motherly. "Ah, a prince? Well, aren't I a lucky one, to be meeting such a handsome little prince this night? But surely your mother must be worried about you? Do you wander from her side often, young Prince?"