Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20161228161846

She says nothing for several moments, only looking at Hound as he speaks. He can sense a familiar feeling, primal and dark, and barely contained. In his blood, he can feel the link of the Void reaching through her, eager and grasping and frigid, and she its willing arbiter. The favored wife of the Dark Lord floats as she skirts the edges of both worlds.

"Grant me a favor, Marcus," she says, "Because I'm in your thrall, I have to ask you for this. I won't take it if you won't allow it.  But it would make me...very happy." She speaks without smiling.