Her nature has brought this upon her, she tells herself, prepared her for this life. The Daein army holds itself together on the glue of her words alone, the honeyed speeches that slip through her lips (Men, we do what is necessary for Daein's future, my farsight has told me so), so she will deliver them as easily as she does her false age.

Alone, she traces the lines of the brands that have made her the Silver-Haired Maiden, Daein's general, a dishonest woman.