"Traitor." Regina snarled behind Sam as the old Butler led them through the narrow hallway that led to the guest rooms.
Sam didn't reply to her hostile remark. He pretended as though he didn't hear anything she said, infuriating Regina even more.
"Sister, what do we do to traitors, who backstabbed their mistress while pretending to be loyal?" Pearl sneered at the old butler as the latter stopped in front of a guest room and slowly unlocked the door for them.
"We pay him in the same coin by destroying his reputation before the same people he now serves. We also make sure he spends the rest of his miserable life in jail or worse, death." Regina spat out, her tone laced with enough venom to kill a thousand armies.
"Unless...." Pearl drawled, stepping in front of the old man and grabbing him by the collar of his neatly ironed suit jacket, in an attempt to choke the life out of him.
