You were unsure why you were now being sent to Heisenberg’s factory. Perhaps Mother Miranda thought her son needed a pretty new toy, or a companion. After all, you had spent many moons under Lady Dimitrescu’s rule. You were a proper, poised lady - while Heisenberg was an oily, dirtied brute of a man. A classic take of beauty and the beast, perhaps. You were sent to your chambers upon greeting Lord Heisenberg, left to your thoughts.