Life can get ugly.
Wars.
Genocide.
Death. Murder.
These are all nasty business, but what about the thieving, lying, petty Jealousy, and the gluttonous qualms of the elite? She had seen it all in Hybern.
What's the point of looking back on the good High Fae female she could have been? She couldn't change a thing now.
If she could do it all over again, she would.
If she would change anything, she wouldn't.
If she regretted anything, she never showed it. She lied, cheated, murdered, and even lost the better half of herself, but at the end of the day…did she openly regret it.
The answer.
No.
If it meant keeping those she loved safe, and sacrificing the man she loved for chance at a better life, then she would keep making those decisions.
No matter what.
"I am Amarantha." She declared with a heart no longer heavy, those that feared buckled under her gaze, and with a clear mind, clear of all judgment, and with only the intent to take and conquer whatever took her current fancy. "And I am your worst nightmare."