"Because I want<em>you</em>. I've always wanted you, Your Highness. You don't remember me, do you?" Finexia asked, tilting her head as she took a step closer but didn't touch her. "I am Finexia, daughter of Gloria Weaver. I sent you poetry for a full year, attempting to court you against all odds. And finally one day about a year ago I received a response in the form of a letter. I was told that if I met you outside the temple in Bastion after your assumption of the Divine Mandate, I would receive a response from you to my attempted courtship. I had a whole platinum to my name at the time, but I attempted the pilgrimage alone. I made it this far by taking minor adventuring jobs for funds, and trying to scrape together the funds to be able to get something as a gift, and clothing that would help."<br/><br/>"But then I came here, hunting down a lair full of kobolds. Oh, they were weak enough, and easily beaten. I was rather skilled even then. If it had been<em>just</em>kobolds, I would have met you there, on the steps of the temple of Shelyn, hoping against hope. But instead I was grabbed in the darkness. It raped me, then reforged me. I am now the heir of the Slithering Queen, Princess Vivian. I know that what I am would...horrify my former self." Finexia paused, tilting her head as she contemplated the issue, then shook her head again. "Regardless, I didn't lose my desire for you. I've been preparing and waiting for you since I awoke. Farren, I did not anticipate, and would not have drawn such attention for. No,<em>you</em>are important. You are the one I want. And I will conquer Bastion, and then the elven kingdoms to rule them, with you as my High Queen. Even if it takes me an age to bring you to love me."