Crimson Dove nodded softly, as she was granted permission to beg, or plead, or pray. Perhaps it was only tears he desired from her, but his permission meant she might not need to exercise quite as much restraint as she would otherwise have had to. Suffering in silence required effort.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened at the face staring back at her. Beautiful, regal, stern, and holding a power none could hope to touch. She was made up as the Scarlet Empress. For a moment, her mind admired the effect, both how it looked on her and it's artistry. It made her look more regal and powerful than she was, and for the briefest instant, she imagined herself as a Dynastic noble, something far more than what she was. The effect was to be commended, given he still had to work with her bone structure and she was<em>not</em>the Empress.<br/><br/>But this was also no childhood rival, or spurned lover. The sorcerer wanted to see tears from the ruler of the Blessed Realm, the most powerful of the Dragonblooded.<br/><br/>This was going to hurt.<br/><br/>"Sulir, please..." her voice held genuine fear as the whip struck her for the first time, her sob chocked, muffled as she bit into her lip, her body twitching in the rope bonds, her eyes wide.