She briefly reflected that the scientist would be absolutely delighted to have a noble subject for his ongoing experiments/experimentation on the noble race, as in his old days. Culminating/Or alternatively, and here her thought processes took a delighted little twist, as puppet for Frankenstein's demented fetishes, which would surely see her insane prior to the actual event of her death.

Creative and depraved, Raskreia mulled. Perhaps she would find the time to visit the other noble's dwelling, at a later date.

Raskreia would make certain, of course, to secure avenues of information for all knowledge that was gleaned/learned about themselves [on their own existence] through Frankenstein's work, should he choose to use her for that purpose/should she be used for that purpose.

The Noblesse had contracted with an excellent human.

-Edian's POV-

In light of the overwhelming magnitude of the crimes/atrocities she had committed, it had quickly become evident to her that it had been determined that her execution would be a protracted and messy affair (in not so many words), in the true manner afforded to lukedonian/those convicted of treason. What was unusual, however, was that the hothenoblesse would be in charge of such. To be killed in her master's own home! Edian could not even glance towards him without an overwhelming amount of pain and regret and self disgust. It was outright [] that she was being allowed in his presence, let alone in his own house. She would not sully his home simply because those assembled wished to save paperwork! She briefly opened her mouth to protest before a blow to the side of her head sent her spiralling into the welcoming embrace of unconsciousness. Treason was among the greatest of all offenses, and ld had never been lght on those who;there was no required timeline, and considerable leeway was granted to punish her in whatever manner they deemed the most appropriate.

Edian watched, simultaneously terrified and filled with remorse, as the Lord's normally beautiful face contorted, ever so briefly, and her lip curled in revulsion. Edian found that she could not meet her eyes. and kept her head bowed, almost in line with/almost touching the floor. She noticed, with a vague and grim/morbid amusement that the highly polished marble floors wicked heat from her forehead, which hovered a full several inches above marble drew the heat away from her body, and even from her forehead which hovered a full inch above it.

In equal silence, e held out her wrists which were promptly bound out in front of her

wthe iron restraints, along with her forearms which were bound together with a length of rope, knotted at either end and nearly dislocating either appendage due to the angle at which her arms were bound

whereupon she/the hideously revolting creature was kneed

A day or a year, it mattered little. She would leave the task/timeline to F's personal whims/whim.