(Sorry for my delay too; recently moved and getting used to everything)<br/><br/>Oh, they came for her now. And called her... Alexia? She furrowed her brow; why does it matter to not call her the woman's name? Was she not dead?<br/><br/>However, she had little reason to protest, and followed just the same. She was led to the small room, and brought before a man, one whom she did not recognize... did she recognize anyone? She listened as the man spoke, and slowly some things began to make sense, first of which being that she was not in fact a murderer.<br/><br/>That is, until the end; it was at the end that she began to be unsure, again furrowing her brow and glancing away in thought.<br/><br/><strong>"I... am unsure how to answer that question,"</strong>she said, glancing back to the man, her face a frown.<strong>"I know that I know many things, but I do not know what it is I know; I have had things come to me in flashes, familiarities with what I see and hear, yet I do not know why or where I know it from. I was unsure who I was, but this amulet, the name... it felt... familiar... yet the guards earlier called me 'Alexia,' which sounded... foreign..."</strong><br/><br/>She paused, thought, and continued with her head cocked.<br/><br/><strong>"The man made me to be his wife, Alexandra d'Cannith, correct? If that is what I was made to be, then would it not make sense that that is what - and who - I am?"</strong>she asked, crossing her hands in her lap, and bringing a smile to her lips.<strong>"So yes, I am Lady Alexandra d'Cannith, widow to the late Sebastian d'Cannith. I know not what I know beyond that, but she is indeed who I am...<br/><br/>"What shall happen to me now, if I am not charged with a crime, and my creator and husband has passed?"</strong>