The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"There is nothing wrong with my mind," she snarls, anger covering for the spike of fear. What if they find out about us?

[Estelle Emerison]

"Then your visits will be boring," Estelle counters, tone firm and unwavering. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"By what authority will you force me to do this?" she snarls. "Claudia is my wife, not you."

[Estelle Emerison]

"And she's my wife. Which means you're part of my family and I have the higher rank. And if that's not enough, I'm more than willing to beg and barter with Grandmother to back my order," Estelle answers, no give in her voice but a soft sadness in her eyes. "I'm sorry to force this on you. Hate me if you wish, but you need help."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I need nothing from you," she snarls, turning to storm out of the room towards her bedroom. If not stopped, she'll slam the door shut on her way out. 

[Zevran]

She's not stopped, given that she's hardly in the mood to even slow when Estelle calls her name, but she doesn't get a proper slam either. Instead, there's a grunt and then the door is closed in a much more controlled fashion. "Coquette?" This time it's Zevran's voice.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Piss off," she snarls, already throwing clothes into a suitcase. 

[Zevran]

"It appears as if you are doing so already," he remarks warily from the door to their bedroom.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You're not going anywhere," she says, sounding exhausted. 

"Fuck that," she growls, still packing. "I'm not going to be... be analyzed like some magical effect."

[Zevran]

Zevran carefully locks the door, then moves away from it so Coquette isn't trapped but no-one can follow after them without at least getting delayed. "Analyzed?" he prompts, hoping to figure out what happened. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"She wants us to see a Mind-healer," she growls. 

[Zevran]

Zevran pauses a moment, head tilting from side-to-side. "Did she explain why?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Something about being not properly sympathetic."

[Zevran]

Properly sympathetic? About what? Ah. "Because you very carefully do not consider rape to be something wrong? An injury to the raped?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Of course it's an injury, but it's no worse than being bested in combat. It's a thing. It happens."