Maketh smiles just a little. No, Rey doesn't seem the type. A soldier through and through, the kind that keeps to the edges unless called up to fight. Someone like her could never have been an officer of the Imperial Court. It's a different kind of game all together, one that Maketh only survived by avoiding the best players. And even in the end, it had caught up with her. The Empire abides neither mistakes or treason.

it's different in Hadriel. Better in some ways. Harder in others. Maketh has learned to survive it.

"No? I don't imagine you would have enjoyed them much. There was always a great deal of posturing. But the dancing -- that was all right."