Anne knew that Doom was trying to intimidate her; so as he moved closer, she crossed one leg over the other and folded her hands in her lap. Maintaining her calm demeanor. Listening carefully to his words to try and identify some weakness.

Sure enough, he did.

Anne smirked as she looked up to Doom. "You care for my ancestor, don't you? More than you'll dare admit aloud. You wouldn't dare hurt me then. You know as well as I that Morgan le Fay would never forgive you if you killed the descendant she's so carefully taught and nurtured. She may even become angry enough to kill you for such an action against me."

She was cocky now - with all the arrogance and regality of the Queen she had been set to be in her own time.