Ingratitude
(Twistiness, spoilers for Sacrifice of the Widow. Dialogue taken from the coda and somewhat elided)
Lolth had made up her mind to be merciful for once, with the Lady Penitent as her instrument. She'd seen how he sought death, how he flung himself into battle. It was a fitting gift for over a thousand years in her service. He might even thank her. Love her for it at the last. At the least, she'd expected some joy in his eyes.
Selvetarm's eyes were wide. "You can't –"
As if that would make it true. She stared back, nearly snarling at his fear. The little ingrate. Just like his father.
"Traitor." She snapped off his head.