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themistress) wrote2013-10-20 07:26 am
themistress) wrote2013-10-20 07:26 am
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The theory is that Mistress doesn’t feel guilt or pain. The word “sociopath” has been thrown around, or it would be, if she lived in a kingdom where psychiatry was an active practice. Mistress outlawed it, of course, based on the fact that every person she’d met who dabbled in the subject was a massive bore. Just unforgivable.
So of course it wasn’t a surprise when she’d deemed the Lizard of Guilt a particularly crap tribute. She’d sent an angry panther to that village, with hopes that it would rip a few villagers asunder, then banished the Lizard with rest of her shit tributes. She didn’t care very much when the Lizard and her Apprentice both disappeared, as neither one was interesting or useful. The only thing she felt even a little bad about was the fact that she wasn’t harsh enough on her staff to have kept them in the castle walls.
She’d dealt with that, of course. And when she received word that the Apprentice had returned, she was pleased to hear that the situation had been handled appropriately by the guards. Before she went in to hear the “explanation” she’d been assured he had, Mistress turned to the captain of her guards.
“Captain.”
“Yes, Mistress?”
“Two things. First, make sure we have the funeral pyre completely ready for his body.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“And second, make sure I don’t like the next Apprentice quite as much as this one. Liking them makes it harder to destroy them.”
Then she kicked the door open and waited for him to come to.
So of course it wasn’t a surprise when she’d deemed the Lizard of Guilt a particularly crap tribute. She’d sent an angry panther to that village, with hopes that it would rip a few villagers asunder, then banished the Lizard with rest of her shit tributes. She didn’t care very much when the Lizard and her Apprentice both disappeared, as neither one was interesting or useful. The only thing she felt even a little bad about was the fact that she wasn’t harsh enough on her staff to have kept them in the castle walls.
She’d dealt with that, of course. And when she received word that the Apprentice had returned, she was pleased to hear that the situation had been handled appropriately by the guards. Before she went in to hear the “explanation” she’d been assured he had, Mistress turned to the captain of her guards.
“Captain.”
“Yes, Mistress?”
“Two things. First, make sure we have the funeral pyre completely ready for his body.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“And second, make sure I don’t like the next Apprentice quite as much as this one. Liking them makes it harder to destroy them.”
Then she kicked the door open and waited for him to come to.