coronabeth tridentarius is like. she’s risen through the ranks of a terrorist organization that should want her dead. she cannot deliver a comeback to save her life. she was born to be a cavalier. she cannot keep an adept. everyone believed that she was a necromancer. she was so bad at pretending to be a necromancer. she’s in love with judith. she’s in love with anyone who doesn’t want her. she’s flirting with you. no she’s not. nobody really knows her except her sister. her sister doesn’t know her either. she’s the nicest person you’ve ever met. she didn’t give a flying fuck about babs. she’s incredibly easy to emotionally manipulate. she’s a revolutionary. she betrayed the revolution to reunite with her sister. she’s probably going to kill her sister. she looks like the safer of the two. the author can’t decide who’s worse. she used to casually threaten suicide to get her way. she’s high femme. she’s a king. she’s a knight. she’s cain. she’s dumb as hell. you are going to do exactly what she wants and you’re not going to notice. she expects her every command of jump to be followed by a rave. she’s boobs and hair and talk and a hell of a swordhand.