While Zevah is likely to not tell anyone her entire story, some may gain little bits of it if they know her well. She may tell of the beginning of her life, when she was in her home. She was different, even for one of her people. The hillmen of Angmar crossing with a Black Numenorian of a deluded line made her life possible. You wouldn't have guessed her to be what she is today, looking at the child there, merely a babe swaddled in her mothers arms. Many things worked towards making her what she is today, the most obvious of them being that she was taken by her father to train in the subtle arts of deception, misdirection, and interrogation. 

Years later when the girl was fifteen, you wouldn't be able to see the same person in her. If there had been a light before, then it was long perished, and where there may have been contentment and happiness, there is now only desire and hatred. Maybe there is a little girl buried inside, but more likely her body houses only a slave. Risen in rank though she may be, she is always the servant of another. Her work carried her to many lands, blending with other cultures and races, working with her allies as well as her enemies to further her own ends. Now the woman who stands in Bree is strong, and determined.