Ankyra Sound to please their lord, so before the sword

the irritation had not left her figure, but the anger was beginning to ebb, the longer she stood before the man and he did not threaten her. ”i know dey are gone. it does not change what you are,” erzulie warned with a fire snapping in her two-toned eyes.
if illidan had decided that this one was worthwhile, the jezebel saw no reason to question her leader’s decision. all the same she wondered if it was a ruse, a game devised to avenge the cliff-wolves at the end.
but rosalyn had told her of natrona; she thought it stupid, barbaric, unenforceable. and here was verx now, a traitor wearing caiaphas’ mark. poetic, somehow.
”and if drageda should rise again?” erzulie pressed. ”would you not go to throw yourself upon de mercy of de new heda?”