"Me?" Maris asked, turning her head to see if there was anybody behind.
"Yes, what are you doing in this place?" The queen questioned with hatred dripping from her voice. "You're not welcome here."
"Mother, stop it!" Logan slid in between her and Maris, shielding his consort with his body. "I will not let you make my guest feel neglected.
"I'm not neglecting her," Logan's mother said, eyeing her from head to toe. "She knows who she is and what her kind did."
"My kind?" Maris said in a question like manner with a look of confusion spreading all over her face. "I don't understand."
She took a step back and looked down at her body before taking her gaze higher to the woman.
"Don't play that game with me." The queen scowled then pointed a finger at her.
"Mother, why are
