[ An inhale. His response does not surprise her, not in the slightest. So familiar, like the well-worn grooves of a reoccurring dream. Her eyes fall closed for a moment, so many memories alive inside of her. Being young and coming to the Godking's court, witnessing his madness first hand, the crazed orations, the brutal and tender torture of anyone unfortunate enough to rouse his depthless paranoia. He had frightened her, but she had lost the ability to cringe... He had admired her for that, and she had learned to love him.
no subject
She lifts her chin slightly. ]
Am I so alike to them?
[ A crisp edge of accusation. ]