She sat back, struck at the change in her daughter. It was never Genna to show temper- not outside her desperate unhappiness but this... She was still on this idea? "You will watch your tone with me, child. Mine or not. We are all children of the gods, but you are of my boddy and so help me you will respect your father and I. If you insist on being someone else's then shall I have you thrown to the black cells for such traitor's speech?"