The Ballad of Adler Young, Canto 2.5

>Adler: Still your trembling hand, you spineless seelie whelp, how can you expect to land a fatal shot on the queen if your whole body is shaking like a leaf?
>Adler: Y-you can't do it. You just can't do it! That's your nephew. You have so few family left... Maybe you can just have her arrested and stand trial after the birth? You could raise him as your own and fill his head with stories about how his demon mother killed his beloved papa, he'd be loyal to you then.
>Adler: A tiny secondary voice scolds you. A tiny voice that's been in the back of you mind since you spent too long in your glamour. A tiny voice that's been feeding on your hate and anger. Lots of leaders have a second voice, it's how they can make tough choices and still stay sane. Whenever they have to do something they don't want to, they let the other voice do it. For no particular reason, let's call yours Randall. Sure, Adler would never execute an expectant mother in cold blood, but Randall could. Why not let Randall be in control for a while?
>Adler: A quick shot to the vitals is too clean and painless a death for the overreaching she-beast and her abomination child. Why not make this punishment fit her crimes? If you put a little drop of the plague of battles on your arrow and shot her in a non-vital area, she'd go berserk and her own followers would have to put her down to save themselves from her insanity. How poetic...