Sarye stood up on top of the roof after the sentence was carried out. She smiled a sadistic smile and looked extremely pleased. She slid down the angle of the roof and hopped into the balcony next to her Lord and put her hand on his shoulder. "Serves the beast right." She said to him then turned and walked into their bed chamber. She picked up her silver dagger and began to toy with it as she usually did. With the knife in her hand she seemed to be more deadly than she did on a regular basis. As she toyed with the knife she thought of that woman, the wolf woman. Leader of the pack. She scoffed. Men are supposed to lead, men are supposed to carry out the dirty deeds. Women, women don't follow, they punish and lead, but in silence. Not loudly and outspoken so much. She laid on the bed and stretched her legs and ran the knife along her hands, back and forth, watching the shine of the blade. She was restless and began to stop paying attention with what she was doing with her knife. The blade slipped and left a cut across her palm. She stared at it for a moment and then smiled a little. "Oh, Varvenfeld, I've cut myself."