Drip, drip, drip.
It was raining outside and, somehow, rain was getting into the dungeons, told oy by the sound of it dropping into ready-formed puddles. They were, as usual, almost completely empty- a desirable feature for her right now. She was confused, scared, having figured she had not been sucessful when she tried to get Liam to kill the child, having told Simner she liked him and entered what she hoped would be a stable relationship. But, the most confusing thing right now was her feelings towards her father.

In a strange way she respected the man, wanted to be like him, and at the same time she hated him for his cruel ways. He wasn't a father you could tell of your problems- you had to be perfect in every way. She was in some ways- mad about blod purism, devious in ways, loud in her views in others, ready to do anything for a cause she had long believed in but in others she was not. She would never be his perfect daughter.

In her midn this was infuriating. She wanted to please him, do things to make him proud, and she had no idea how. She didn't want to tell the world of her discovery of a potion which cured paranoia if taken on a regular basis, though of course it would depend on it being taken, and there was nothing else spectacular which she had done.

She gazed around to ensure the dungeons were empty and laughed coldly at her own needs- you really are crackig up she thought silently.