User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-28358106-20161130175813/@comment-25808351-20161202032701

"Oh, well that's a shame. Guess Cynd then doesn't like what little she got, too bad." I smirk.

"Too bad indeed." Samia stand in the snow bare foot and arms folded. Her gaze is intense, and her body language less than pleased. "Cyndwella is quite lucky I'd say, half of my husband's reputation as a 'Destroyer', doesn't come from his ability to smash a castle with his fist." She places her hands on her hips. "You should have kicked her to the curb Marcus! I saw her disgusting aura seeping through that dress the moment she desecrated our home with her presence. She used you and your honor, all she wanted to do, was measure your soul! Perhaps to bring it back to her master as a prize?"

Samia telekinetically removes my sword from the earth and stabs it into the ground by my feet. I watch as Cyndwella's lower half rolls away. I want to stop it, but my body doesn't move. "Marcus, I'm not mad at you, but I am upset that you would allow such a dreadful creature to deceive you." Samia shakes her head.

"What can I say, I'm a sucker for devious women." I smugly smirk.