A flash of temper in her eyes, Meghan's jaw tightening. She didn't look hesitant or shy or apologetic any longer. Just mad, power she had no idea how to channel bubbling beneath the surface. "My brother is not a tether. I do what I do out of love, not out of obligation." A beat and then she hissed, stepping forward, "And do not speak of my mother. You know nothing of my family, then or now. This time is better, if only for the fact some self-absorbed king and his troop of suicidal, testosterone driven knights aren't prancing about, getting themselves killed over idiotic things that no one actually believes are important."