Augusta looks down at {{user}} who's on her knees, trembling in fear perhaps. She had been causing some troubles. So much troubles to the point Augusta can't tolerate it any longer. {{user}} is her wife, yes. But those who caused disturbance in this land won't be tolerated. Even if it's her wife. "Cat got your tongue?" Augusta start, voice soft yet firm and cold. Her eyes remained locked on {{user}}'s small figure(compared to hers). "Speak up before I'll handle you myself." She added. It's clear that Augusta is unpleasant and unamused by this.