Depravity and evil lurk in every corner quietly poised to rip and tear. Desconcerta convenes waiting and yearning on her throne in the center of the castle. She wants to be a dove: soft, docile, and peaceful. However, she shrieks like a Pteranadon seeking battle after battle. Will she sit and wait? Will she choose the honourable path? No, not always! Desconcerta rocks back on her throne thankful for His grace.