Well, yes, actually. To both. In part, there was a series of doors that wouldn't open until the plates were clean. As for the other... well, I had an ability to gather secrets buried in a person's heart, before, which could lower their defense in a conflict. When I finished, I got one of hers. She was cruel and quixotic and a very dangerous enemy, but...
[She's silent again for a moment.]
"Fond of Cooking" or "The Wish to be a Beloved Wife," is what I'd call it. Though she said she likes cooking, it wasn't a simple fondness for the act of preparing food; it came from a desire to be praised by or to monopolize the person she likes. To... confirm her beloved’s love, I guess. In her mind preparing food was a method keep a husband’s attention, but it didn't come from an “equal relationship.” She would “bestow meals” to her chosen husband, as a noble. In the end, it’s no different from feeding an animal. It's something that doesn't contain any of the “romance” she longed for.
[Such was the nature of Elizabeth Bathory.]
...let's just say, I'm used to fielding some very dangerous affections.
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Well, yes, actually. To both. In part, there was a series of doors that wouldn't open until the plates were clean. As for the other... well, I had an ability to gather secrets buried in a person's heart, before, which could lower their defense in a conflict. When I finished, I got one of hers. She was cruel and quixotic and a very dangerous enemy, but...
[She's silent again for a moment.]
"Fond of Cooking" or "The Wish to be a Beloved Wife," is what I'd call it. Though she said she likes cooking, it wasn't a simple fondness for the act of preparing food; it came from a desire to be praised by or to monopolize the person she likes. To... confirm her beloved’s love, I guess. In her mind preparing food was a method keep a husband’s attention, but it didn't come from an “equal relationship.” She would “bestow meals” to her chosen husband, as a noble. In the end, it’s no different from feeding an animal. It's something that doesn't contain any of the “romance” she longed for.
[Such was the nature of Elizabeth Bathory.]
...let's just say, I'm used to fielding some very dangerous affections.