Hideaway Strath Eyes, blood, bones

Straightening his stance, the dark lord lifted his head high to watch as his daughter regained her footing. It was both satisfying and disappointing to watch. While to teach her discipline was his intent, he would have much preferred to see her being able to outmatch her opponent, regardless of who they happened to be.
Her soon words brought a scowl upon his face, expression growing dim. 
You are much more-so the fool to assume I would allow you to get that far. Regardless of if you had, I am your father. It is not their business to stick their teeth where they don't belong. It wasn't, but that didn't mean they would care. He knew that.
Mercy. She spoke of mercy, then.
The lord's nostrils flared, lip curling for a moment in distaste of the thought. If one of us find themselves pleading for mercy, it will be you. A firm warning and a promising threat. The last he would give her to tone down the present attitude and disrespect.