Dessa

When I say a matter is urgent, don't run to me in a sleeping gown you fool. Wear your armor, and come with a sword! She shakes her head. Now, lock that door, I have another task for you. When you do as she asks, she approaches you with haste, stopping inches away. Kneel down, kiss my boots and beg me for forgiveness or so help me I'll slap you with this iron gauntlet. Her menacing glare pierces you like a thousand blades.