"Their wails and cries will haunt me the rest of my days."

 That had been her last words when she had left the care of the King. She had carried out his orders well and without reservation, till the very end. She had loved and followed the King absolutely, and it had hurt to see the way he treated his own people, and through her actions, which always spoke of His hand. It wasn't just she alone. He had others that did his work as well, but she had been his most trusted 'adviser'. He had asked for things to be done, and she had seen it through.

But now, now she doubted even her own conscious. She was of Rivendell stock, but also of the human world. Of Celtic and Nordic stock, and Celtic/Nordic stock had Iron in their souls. Back ramrod straight, Iron in her blood as well as her soul, she never once doubted her actions, nor regretted them. But this, one action in the name of her King made her regret what she had seen through.

Having to lie to the people she served, and having to watch His Graces will be done, had left darkness reside once more within her. Knowing that she could do nothing to stop the slaughter that would happen, nor able to warn them on account of being labeled a traitor. She didn't see how people could do what they were ordered to do, when it came to things of this nature. How they could listen to the screams and the begging of the loved ones of the ones guilty and pay it no mind, how they could ignore the terrible 'example' they have made of the Kings people. She found it hard to do so, but she did her duty, carried out heinous acts that her King ordered.

But she could not harden her heart to the plight of the people. She could not forget the women and children begging for their fathers, their brothers life be spared. She could not understand the King and his advisers ideals, not in this way. So after she had seen His work done, and done well to the point that no man, woman or child would rise up out of those ashes, she rode back to the Throne and laid down her sword for good. When they, the advisers and now Chief Advisor, sought to stop her, she turned on him and with all her might, fought back against his dark words.

"It is not us, but YOU, who are the very original Chief cause of all this rebellion and mischief, and though you could probably find someway of having all the Noblemens heads of the realm struck off if you wanted it, yet I trust there might be one left who could still strike off yours!!"

The Throne room was quieted as she threw down her sword, glared at her King, her king no more, and stormed out, with those last words uttered upon her tongue. She would be his puppet no more. She had not fought against the Darkness within her own soul to fall back into the world of men, to execute the innocent. Let someone else do his dirty work, History would not find her here nor write her name in any of these stories for the world of men!