[and now you've gone and woken up the dragon of the household.

well actually she had been up just a few minutes before Alistair had made his appearance known, and had been hovering by the door, eavesdropping.

now, she's listening extra carefully, hoping the intruder would heed Alistair's warning without another incident, but she hears a distinct thump of someone dropping to their knees and...

pleading.

she scrunches up her nose in annoyance. oh how loathsome. grabbing her nightgown she exits the room, heading towards the commotion.]

Back home I would have my guards cut the fingers off any attempted thief and hang them in the dungeons by their thumbs for my amusement.

[it's a lie, Anora totally isn't that violent. but Alistair had his sword, and she had her...words. while Martin was just.

well, he was there.]

Give us a better reason why I shouldn't have my husband do the same to you.