“My people, he says. The precious lordling beloved by all come to confront the wicked witch. My parents taught me no better. They worked me from dawn to dusk, like an ox or an ass or some other beast of burden. Until, that is, my brother spied a chance to transform the family fortunes. And so I was married to a vicious old drunk who beat me as he pleased, and when I pleaded for help, I was told to grin and bear it. For the family. For him. For everyone’s sake. They pretended not to notice, but they knew. They knew. What did it matter? I was nothing to them— less than nothing! I wasn’t of their flesh, I wasn’t a fellow Doman, I wasn’t even a person. I might just as well have been dead.
And then my husband passed away one day. I was sold off yet again, to pay his debts. But this time, I found a way to live for myself. To survive. As a spy for the empire. Oh, those were the days, when the scales first fell from my eyes. No longer would I be a slave to my parents or my husband or the pleasure house. I would be free, and receive due compensation.
That would be enough, I thought… until I saw a Doman in the road, beaten and broken, and my heart… skipped a beat. Lying at my feet, groaning in agony, sobbing in despair. Powerless, helpless, hopeless! A vision forever seared into my soul. There was nothing I would not do to feel that joy again! To bend this cruel, twisted world to my whims!
… Now, having borne witness to my life’s work, have you aught to say to me?”
Michael in H3 and Jeremy in C2? (For the art ask)