You’ve encountered my father? *His face shows obvious anger, though just as obvious that it is not directed at her.* You needn’t worry about him. He is dead, by my hands.
Aye… ’Tis a long story, and I needn’t bore thee with the de— [She blinks, slightly stunned.] —A-Ah. I… see. [The idea of a child murdering their parent, their blood; it doesn’t suit well with the shield maiden, but she knows she has no place to speak on it, so she holds her silence.] …

You look shocked. Had you any idea what that man had put me through, his people through… I did what was necessary.















