The urge to wedge the agiel between her teeth like a horse's bit and break her like a common wrench.

When you successfully put down those rebellious savages I'll reward you. Come back a failure and I'll have your head.

Then go and strike swiftly and mercilessly just as you have been trained. Show me that you're worthy of your Lord's favor.

She has never been a big fan of new beginnings. She needed a certain safety in things she knew. Now that they seem to crumble and no longer exist, she is... lost. Well, time to find out what she can be as well. What could possibly go wrong, right?

If only her writer would let her off that damn leash. But she has to obey their wishes. Fine.

The perfect illustration of a mord sith trained to live for her Lord.