It looks like your efforts are going under appreciated, dear...
A voice. It was a voice that whispered in her ear. A sweet one. Nearly motherly. It’d be consoling in its own way if she wasn’t being demeaned by the very creature she dedicated her work to for the past years of her life.
 She made not a single gesture that would show that such a thing was speaking to her now. Not a twitch of the eye, or a change of her face. Instead she kept her face stern. Her eyes looked to the hand with her anger’s cauldron over-boiling.

Yet… she kept her composure. Even as the voice started to speak to her again…
What a shame… a shame it is. It’s no wonder such a creature is imprisoned. He just broods, but can never make a solution for himself.

Ardath gave a small nod to the lord. “Very well then,” She said simply. She clicked her heels and spun on them. Then began the walk down the road.

Her skin started to grow clammy as she rounded a bend taking her out of sight. Her teeth clinched together. Her hands trembling. Her pupils began to dilate. Her breath grew shorter, as the light only grew brighter.

Her steps no longer graceful, they were clumsy. Clumsy and worsened by a blinding… wild rage.
It was all a mistake love, your talents are better suited else where…

“quiet you…” Ardath growled quietly to no one. One hand, then the other moved to rest on her head. The fingers curled digging the nails into her scalp. The voices only grew louder. She was stepping through various shadows of tall structures. 

Now… things began to appear. Dancing at the very edge of her vision… but she could never catch them. They were always gone… but she could feel their touch.