She knows only two things about herself; her name is Frey and the boy with the troubled brown eyes, snatched from her arms by the soldiers in full body armour, loves her.
They know everything about her and yet, they’re the one’s asking her the questions.
From an iron-grey prison cell they ask her question after question, and the more they ask, the more she learns about herself.
In piecing together the hastily dropped fragments of knowledge the truth becomes clear. She is the enemy and she is to be feared.