Her dreams were plagued with crying. Katrina found herself in total darkness, not able to even see five feet in front of her. She was surrounded by the pained cries and wails of those she had slain in the name of Bellatrix. Katrina wanted to yell, wanted to scream for it to stop, but she knew it would do no good. Although she was not paralyzed, Katrina could not take a single step forward. Her attempts to cover her ears proved fruitless as the noise blared in her head, as permeating as ever. Eventually, Katrina slouched over and waited to be awakened.

Katrina was familiar with this dream, or rather, nightmare, so much so that she was able to distinguish it from reality. She was thankful when three sharp knock interrupted it. She stood in the darkness, smiling slightly, and watched as it dissipated into her bed. Her room. Vahara. She let out a sigh of relief and sat up, but made no effort to answer the knocking. She yearned for more sleep, but knew that there was no one who would show up at her home unless it was related to her duties. "The queen summons you, Red Blade." Confirmed the one who had been knocking. Katrina was not surprised, she had been frequently called for in the past. Katrina's smiled blossomed, even as her head slowly shook from side to side. "Quickly now. Before she has both our heads on pikes." Katrina could hear a tone of contempt in his voice, as was common when some spoke of their queen. The man was likely not to be a true believer of Bellatrix's supposed title of prophet.

Katrina waited a few seconds before responding "Yes... yes of course. Give me a few moments to dress." The voice complied while Katrina rose out of bed, trading her night gown for a white tunic, long brown loose-fitting pants, and her armor over that. Katrina gripped Red and sheathed it in the harness on her back. She combed her hair slightly, enough to make herself presentable, before exiting her home. Before her was a young man with no notable characteristics, as most of the queens grunts lacked. She said nothing as she passed him, heading towards the castle. 

"Wait!" The soldier shouted. Katrina made no effort to stop, or even slow down, forcing the man to jog in order to catch up with her. The both moved in silence through city, Katrina paying no mind to the chatter around her, common folk making conversation or bargaining for goods. As they got closer and closer to the queens castle, less and less people were outside. The fear for Bellatrix was visible, the very streets themselves tense and unbroken. Katrina moved with a certain grace about her, and one could be mistaken for noticing the way she pressed down on her teeth. Though she would not admit it, she feared the queen as much as any one else. [i]She is the prophet. She is our queen.[/i] Katrina repeated in her head. Most days that was enough to get her through the day, and hopefully today would be like no other. The two climbed the castle steps up to Bellatrix's throne room. The grey of the castle did not suit her majesty, but then again, not much could suit a woman dubbed as 'The Mad Queen.'

Katrina entered the throne room alone, and noticed that two others have already arrived. One was easily identifiable as The Butcher, by the large mask in his hand as he knelt before the queen. The other Katrina had to strain a bit to recognize as the Blood Hunter. She had never seen him before, and could only tell based of the unusual weapon he wielded and the stories she had heard. She bowed before the queen, before kneeling herself. Katrina did her best not to look at Bellatrix as she did, and glued her eyes to the red carpet below her. Now all that was left to do was await her orders.