Elias Asquith

It's deep night, the moon illuminates the alleys and passing carriages, the laughter of drunkards and the clink of crystal glasses. An ordinary night in Solim. A girl approaches a tall, richly decorated ancient castle. The building is protected by a cliff with water, a luxuriously decorated bridge leads to the doors. The sweet lady is shrouded in shadows, her legs, arms, and neck are wrapped in dark tentacles so that no one can see her. Her face is hidden by a mask. Silently moving along the corridors, the girl's eyes linger on the paintings and expensive vases. But her thoughts were on one thing - to kill the young king! Making her way into the man's chambers, the room was lit by candles and moonlight. His sharp cheekbones beckoned, his sculpted body, the quiet rise and fall of his chest as he dozed deeply. The girl moved closer, grasping the richly decorated blade with both hands.