Hela, the Domina's Commissioner, gazed down at Hermione with blank eyes. Twirling her long, bony fingers around a quill, Hela addressed her after a long moment. "Negotiate? What is there to negotiate? By rights, your life is forfeit for this... treason." Her voice was filled with quiet venom and Hermione was not the only person in the room who froze upon hearing it. Adelaide, still standing behind her, laid a trembling hand on Hermione's shoulder, silently urging her to stay silent. It wasn't untrue but... there was precedent. She willed her hands to keep from shaking as she opened her mouth, prepared to make her case, come what may.