[@Marcus XVI]

"You think I agree with everything my order says? Why do you think I'm unbound? You want to talk about separating what you are from who you are?" She snapped at him, her eyes glowing bright blue for a second, a white fire forming around her clenched fists, "You don't know shit. I wish that you and yor army could protect all the lands at once, permission or not. Hell, I wish I could do it. But you can't. I'm only allowed to roam free because of who I am, what I am. Do you know what a burden like that is like? All people see when they look at me is my father."
She took a breath, the glow slowly fading from her eyes. She brought her fist up and slowly uncurled it, the fire fading.
"I'm sorry Lord Corbanet. That was uncalled for. I know that the order has been hounding more than usual in these pasy few months."