Years of practice gone by, and the words never come out right. She's tried, in fact she barks orders every day and they work, but no matter how many times she's tried, in the end nothing is the way she'd pictured beforehand. She knows she can try to death and what she wants may never happen. Words aren't her strength, but that won't keep her down.
And she tries, she keeps on trying, and she will keep on until one day, one very beautiful day, she'll be able to face him and say, "I'm fed up with Hellsing and the Vatican, and sick of the Round Table and the godforsaken Queen. Let's elope to the Polynesia, Alucard."
I had writer's block, and the best way to combat it is to change of fiction genre. :P
