Same.
"Where is my boy?"
The queen asked the Professor, snarling like a panther. She was standing before him, her eyes stern and keen. Her face set alive by the rage and determination of her heart.
"Since when did I become his keeper?"
He retorted, meaning to walk away from her but she stood in his way again and snapped.
"Don't play a mind game with me or you would regret it. Why would you bring my boy here? Who gave you the right to do that? Or don't you know your place anymore. Did you still think you still have my mercy?"
He only watched as her lips danced to the words. He didn't know what to make of the woman. Whether she was born with that ego or she had lived to groom it. Or probably she could had inherited it too.