#121331 - Slowly Ariela stood, her dress forming back around her and with a smirk she forced one final act of humiliation upon Sophia. “That is so much better,” Ariela said, a small smirk playing on her purple lipsticked lips, “Anyway, General, public execution?” Atrin glanced from the silently raging blonde back to Ariela, “I er, doubt it, my Queen, despite not being of direct lineage to the old king, she was still viewed as royalty. I’m not, but, almost,” with a shove she pushed Sophia to her knees where, with a wave of her hand, Ariela kept her pinned, an invisible weight keeping her down as Ariela stepped around the bed to get closer to Belind, who shuffled away, nervous and with good reason.