She smiled, her tiny frame straightening as small dimples drew across her smiling face. " Bring me the Krijt Gezicht Squadron, I want him to sit in the main hall. Beat him thoroughly for information, any nonsense or sarcasm..." she paused, looking down at him with cold eyes. "Whip him, but by no means necessary unchain him. If he escapes, heads will roll for each who saw him." Cleansing her throat of any cough she felt, she turned her back and walked after Rea.<br/><br/>Rea had assumed herself in the former of her room, behind her dresser, insecure but the silence would not comfort her long before her door opened slowly. Silent footsteps paced around her rug and then an illusion of a large, but average sized, long fingered hand grabbed her sleeve and pulled her out roughly. Rea shrieked, flinching away but her mother smashed her knuckles against her head making her stop.<br/><br/>" You cry like a beaten wolf runt, stop it this instant. I can't believe you! So foolish and childish. I want you to change and get out to the main hall. You shall attend your first torture and you shall decisive him his lashings and you best do it well."<br/><br/>Rea shook, but her mother shook her harder and she was suddenly wide eyed and nodding quickly before that death gripleft her like a foul dream. She had to get herself together.