They had acquired prisoners as of late, one of whom the silver knight had yet to meet. It was strange, for this girl had been the one Isardis had started an entire war over, not that the Glaciem sovereign found that aspect particularly interesting. Isardis would have started a war over any hag who he desired, whether she be interesting or dull; what he desired he desired, and nothing would keep him from it. Nonetheless, the woman let loose a call, a summons for Glaciem?s newest resident. There was a sinister part of her that wanted to tear into the girl, the object who Valhalla would see as reason enough for war. Reason enough to put Argent?s children in danger. Alas, she was more reasonable than that, more controlled, a servant who was more curious than vengeful. She would never harm Isardis?s property, unless it questioned her dominance, and the queen was being especially careful as of late. The Duchess would recline onto her haunches, crimson gaze fixed upon the horizon, awaiting the arrival of the girl she had called forth. If she would not answer obediently like a good prisoner, the knight had no qualm with dragging her.

A call would rattle the woman's features as she was jolted out of a much needed sleep. At first she didn't recognize the voice, but after some thinking she realized she had heard it before. It was Glaciem's "queen", the woman Isardis had chosen to be his right hand woman. Liberty already despised her just because of that reason. She was a jelous woman admit it or not, and when something she desired was in the clutches of another woman it infuriated her. Though, she would not let the queen know that. Why would she tell her she planned to watch her bow before her? Why would she admit that someday she would crumble her power and steal Isardis straight from under her nose? That would just be stupid. She would rise from her laying position, and she would make her way toward the call. What did she want anyways? A formal introduction? Eyes would roll within their sockets as she shook all thoughts from her head and put her game face on. The woman would finally come into view, and Liberty would realize that this was the first time she had actually looked at her. She was pretty in her own way, but still couldn't compare to her. "Hello my queen. I would call you by your name but I still don't know it." She would say as a smile graced her features. "What did you call me for?"