The queer, burning glitter that filled his eyes scared her, but she sensed this was the only chance she would have. If she backed down now, he would never concede anything.

She filled her voice with the cool disdain she used whenever an aristo male needed to be put in his place. “What a Queen does is beside the point.”

“Since a Queen can do anything she damn well pleases, no matter how cruel the act, no matter how much harm she causes.”

“Don’t twist my words,” she snapped, forgetting everything else about him except that he was male and shouldn’t be allowed to treat a Queen this way.

“My apologies, Lady. Since you twist so much yourself, I’ll do my best not to add to it.”

She gave herself a moment to think. “You’re deliberately trying to provoke me. Why? So you can justify executing me?”

“Oh, I already have all the justification I need for an execution,” Saetan said mildly. “No, it’s simpler than that. Your being terrified of me gets us nowhere. If you’re angry, you’ll at least talk.”

“In that case, I want my granddaughters returned to me.”

“You have no right to either of them.”

“I have every right!”

“You’re forgetting something very basic, Alexandra. Wilhelmina is twenty-seven. Jaenelle is twenty-five. The age of majority is twenty. You have no say in their lives anymore.”

“Then neither do you. They should decide to stay or leave.”

“They’ve already decided. And I do have far more say in their lives than you. Wilhelmina signed a contract with the Warlord Prince of Ebon Rih. He, in turn, serves in the Dark Court. I’m the Steward. So court hierarchy gives me the right to make some decisions about her life.”

“What about Jaenelle? Does she serve in this Dark Court, too?”

Saetan gave her an odd look. “You really don’t understand, do you? Jaenelle doesn’t serve, Alexandra. Jaenelle is the Queen.”

For a moment, the conviction in his voice almost convinced her.

No. No. If Jaenelle were really a Queen, she would have known. Like would have recognized like. Oh, there might actually be a Queen who ruled this court, but it wasn’t, couldn’t be, Jaenelle.

But his declaration gave her a weapon. “If Jaenelle is the Queen, you have no right to control her life.”

“Neither do you.”

Alexandra clamped her hands around the arms of the chair and gritted her teeth. “The age of majority acknowledges certain conditions that have to be met. If a child is deemed incapable in some way, her family maintains its right to take care of her mental and physical well being and make decisions on her behalf.”

“And who decides if the child is incapable? The family that gets to maintain control of her? How very convenient. And don’t forget, you’re talking about a Queen who out-ranks you.”