Dustin didn't like the way Fiona reacted to her mother. Scowl soon replaced his look of fear. Frowning a second later. "That is stupid. What happened to the right to chose who we wed?" He frowns. "I don't care who she is. She doesn't really care about me so I don't care who the hell she is." he says sharply. Holding onto Fiona tighter. Scowling at her next words. His eyes narrowed but he paled. "You are a horrible mother to talk to your daughter that way. I am not an issue that needs dealing with. Stop putting me down you are no better than my mother!" He yells out. Fear lacing those words. He frowns and shakes his head. "No." He says quite stubbornly. "I am not going anywhere that involves you." he added.<br/><br/>Recoiling again at her withering look. He pulled Fiona back and shot an acidic look to her mother. "Back off! Stop treating her like you own her! Stop treating her like you can control her! She is old enough to take care of herself! She doesn't NEED you to tell her how to act and behave." He scowls and jumped up. "Get out! If you are going to belittle my best friend than just get out!" He looks at Fiona. "You don't have to please her or bend to her every whim. You are your own person! Don't be her puppet!" he cries out. Pulling away from her. "You aren't a puppet...don't be a puppet." he says. Shaking hard and tears threatened to fall. He was back at Fiona's side. "You are strong. You mean something. Don't let your mother take away your worth. Don't let that vile woman control you like you are a toy she can play with. That makes her no better than my mother." He whispers. "Be yourself. Don't care what she thinks of you. It won't matter in the long run anyways. Only you matter to who you are. I don't like you as a puppet. I like you as your own person." He jumped when her mother let out a shrill scream in his direction. Scrambling away and behind Fiona.<br/><br/>Shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. Images flashing before his eyes. "We may be en-en-engaged b-but you d-don't control u-us." he stammers out in trembling fear. "Back off." he says in a formal and startling strong decree. He blinked in surprise as she actually did. "She backed of...how?" Was all he could stammer out. He clearly didn't know that his grandmother was a queen. He looked at her mother as he was very pale. "You aren't a mother you are a monster." He whispers. "Mothers aren't supposed to be like you. They aren't supposed to be like my mother was. You are not a loving mother. If you are it is very selfish and conceited love." Tears trailing down his cheeks.<br/><br/>"Fiona...please...don't break and bend to her will. You are strong. I really like and respect that of you." He says.Wrapping his arms around Fiona's waist.