In that moment you realize; the omnious Wizard on top of the mountain is not just some some mysterious shadow who does arcane things with spiders and such that ultimately do not concern normal people, not some thug who stands beside your bed with a big scary runesword and fistful of hungry shadows...
...But also is your nameless very rich and powerful shadowy megacorp boss, for whom you been doing working for the past few years. She literally owns you and much of everything you call yours, most of your friends and contacts are in her pockets and it is due to her support you are about to become a ruler of Karak Nar.
And you never even suspected, living all these years under the shadows of the tower that openly crowns the peak of Karak Nar.
Like an unwelcome chill running down your spine, a realization comes; you know nothing of this person who has much of Stirland and now, newborn Karak's in her insidious web of influence. You cannot help but wonder for how long this shadowy mastermind was planning to expand EIC's influence, her influence in K8P by instilling a puppet noble in a position of importance. And now, as a new budding city-state of Karak Nar all but directly belongs to her, you wonder where does her ambition ends.
As you unconsciously touch the mysteriously warm and suddenly uncomfortably tight metal torc on your neck, you wonder how many of your decisions for the past few years been foreseen and guided along by someone else, and how many more unknowingly dance on the shadowy strings in the webs of this omnious puppeteer.
...
Meanwhile, in Mathilde's head: "Okay, time to do social. So... Everyone likes puppies, right? Puppies are clearly the answer. And smug."
/pfffft lol