<div class="floatright">(http://danbooru.donmai.us/cached/data/__pirotess_record_of_lodoss_war_drawn_by_kiya_shii__e2541bd94e68d49e1b2a00d876b03f32.jpg)</div><strong>Clad:</strong>as depicted<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rear Courtyard<br/><br/>While the matters of the princess and welcoming the newcomer into the fold were underway back in the throne room, Lady Sumara made her way to the small courtyard behind the main area of the castle.  It was quite secluded, with a roofed area and thick foliage maintained to keep its oasis-like aesthetic.  It was a popular place for her to use to meet with less savory beings, as the out of the way nature of it meant few, if any, came down here who weren't in her direct influence, not to mention it was one of the few areas with a hidden passageway away from the castle in case it had to be evacuated, so her minions could enter and exit unseen.<br/><br/>After a quick look around, she stood alone in the center of the small stone floored area as she directed her voice away from a nearby cluster of fronds where she had notice movement.  "Tell me some good news..." she said in a rather tepid tone.  The very fact she was reminded her twin sister was a part of the king's harem had nearly caused her to explode right there and then.  It was a very touchy subject to be sure, and some for which she HATED Samara!  And yet she was essential to her plans, so it wasn't as if she could order her to be killed.  "How is the boy?"<br/><br/>The minion gulped from where he hid and nervously looked around.  One of the king's sons had fallen ill and nearly died suddenly.  It had been a cause for the king's grief and though the apothecaries had been unable to determine what had ailed the boy, exactly, Sumara knew very well the cause of it.  "Well?  Spit it out already."  She had spies keeping close tabs on the son, though due to the constant vigilance over his health, they weren't able to finish the job.  They had to hope the poison that was initially administered was enough.<br/><br/>"Uh... well... m-milady... he... he is currently... recovering..."  The minion immediately flinched after he said that, knowing full well her current tone voice wouldn't hold back from violence.  And indeed, she slowly turned her head at him, her eyes mad with fury.<br/><br/>In barely a second, she had moved several feet, withdrawn her saber, and penetrated it right through the poor man's heart.  She couldn't even see him very well, but any who faced her would find themselves up against one of the finest specimens of sword dueling in the world.  Indeed, if she so chose, she could probably kill the king and his entire harem with ease... well, not her own sister, probably, as they had very similar training and experience, but Samara lacked the bloodlust that would ultimately cause her to lose.  No, there was no swordsman out there who could match her.<br/><br/>But she wasn't an idiot, she knew killing everyone herself would be stupid, any support she had would be lost, and the kingdom would divulge into madness and anarchy.  She had to play it cool and make sure to be ready for the time someone else did her dirty work.  But she certainly wasn't above offing failures.<br/><br/>In just about the same amount of time, she reappeared like a flash in the middle of the courtyard, exactly where she had been standing previously, her saber whipping any blood off from how fast it moved and resheated itself.  "Clean it up," she ordered another lackey who was hiding opposite of the frond now covered in blood and she swiftly turned and walked away.  The sickness of the child would last only so long, and when he recovered, the king would be free to regain some or any of the power she had taken in his grief.  She had to act.