Rage. Rage, rage, rage. The fight denied. The rebuke delivered. Who are you? Wise women and priests have tried to stop us before. Fools! They said their words into a hurricane! There were no duels we could not win, no armies we could not shatter, no brawls that stood beyond us when we fought together. [i]Who are you!?[/i] Who are you to tell us what is demanded by chivalry!? We left this land with you and you allowed it to come to this! You allowed this to become a place that could break the heart of dearest Constance!

Robena's blade falls upon King Pellinor's unprotected back as she kneels.