Faridah was glad to have the opportunity to stand again and stretch her legs, but her entire body was sore from the night spent in the trap. She didn't immediately respond to the woman, but instead tried to work a cramp out that was gnawing away at her side. It gave her an opportunity to calm down and remind herself not to leap across the room and strangle this insect who would dare call someone of regal bearing a "bitch." She was just thankful that nobody had yet to recognize who she was.<br/><br/>She found it difficult to even look in Mellisande's direction as the sight of the two women was so disgusting to her that she half wanted to rush for her scimitar and cut this villain's head off or die trying. But, she reminded herself she had to endure, or else message of the madwoman's intent would never reach her kingdom in time. Still, it was hard to believe someone could take pleasure from something so vile.<br/><br/>Mellisande got her first clear look at her captive, and despite the difficult night she had spent, it was quite easy to tell the difference between this woman and the others she had captured. She was not merely good looking or even beautiful, but radient. Her skin was soft and did not show the slightest blemish or scar. Her hair was perfectly cut and maintained. Her eyes contained a forbidden fire that beckoned others to try to control it. She was as beautiful as a... well, princess, and yet as fiery as a warrior. And it was probably quite apparent that she was from an aristocratic background, even if it was not apparent that she was a royal.<br/><br/>Wanting to get this farce over with, she responded, "I am prepared to obey," she responded, and quickly reached to her blouse as if to remove it quickly and in the least enjoyable fashion possible for her captor.