She was a girl when they brought her father back dead. Cut down by Orcs. She watched her mother succumb to grief. Then she was left alone, to tend her king in growing fear. Doomed to wait upon an old man who should have loved her as a father.
“You want to know why I hate birthdays, Wolf? Do you? When you grow up a snake, nobody shows up to your party. Birthdays are a constant reminder that out there I’m just a scary, good-for-nothing monster.”
“I should’ve been honest with you. I was afraid that if you knew I wanted to be good that you’d… Act like a jerk and never talk to you again? Yeah.”