Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141007044356/@comment-11457306-20141009014856

Daria turned her head, looking at him sharply. This was the first time he'd ever indicated he found anything about her even remotely pleasing to him. It was also a very personal question, something she did really not wish to discuss--with anyone. It was a memory she'd locked away into the deepest, darkest dungeon of her mind, something that she'd planned on never bringing into the light again. Every time she thought of it she cringed. The prime years of her life were gone because of her foolish mistake, never to be retrieved. Yes, she had poisoned the bastard. He had taught her how, after all. It was only mete that she take his life in return for the life he had stole from her--a life she could never get back. She was forever a criminal--pardoned, but still a criminal. She could never return to the noble, courtly life and she raged over it still.

"It did not take much, Dralnach.  I was a young and foolish girl, headstrong and won't to go my own way.  I thought I knew it all.  He flattered me, made me feel beautiful, promised me the moons.  I would have done anything he wished me too--and did.

Now, Dral, before I push you down and take out this other arrow--and while you can still talk, tell me why you are here. Why are you not back in the Reach with your kin? Why do you ask me for a place to stay?"