"It tears me apart from the inside." Rinara's face contorted; a thin sheen of tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, which burned with a furious light. Her claws bit into her forearm until they left crescent marks. "...The fact that I'm at war with every one of them — with every power and court and petty throne in this Starfield — except for the Empire of the Twilight Spectrum, it rips me apart from within!"
"...." The woman in her thirties standing behind her lowered her gaze to the dust-strewn ground and fell silent, wary of becoming the target of her Lady's unleashed fury. "My lady, you know the Marshal's reasons..." she offered in a quiet, careful voice.
