Samar

It's early when she rolls out of bed. So early it's late. Gwilym stirs but quiets at her voice.

"Go back to sleep," she says fondly. "Just the assassin."

He mumbles briefly and falls asleep again.

Three hours rest. It will have to serve, she thinks as she buckles on her armour, as she slips her knives into place. She pauses a moment to adjust the bracelet at her wrist, sapphire gleaming in the dim light of the chamber. The surface has become ever more scuffed as she's worn it through battles but she's not about to take it off. Gwilym's words of assurance are still readable etched into the metal beneath the clear blue.

Shadow and Safety and Secrets and Strength.

She's supposed to be a knight. That was why the King had called her, why she was raised to the circle of Sir's and Lady's. But she'd done paid work before so it's not all that surprising that when someone's asked to do the dirty work, it's her.

A small task, the King had said. Suited to your skills.

Her knives are sheathed. Her armour in place. She checks the scroll she was given one last time before she feeds it to the fire. It crumbles to ashes in moment - not a trace for Gwilym to read. She'll have to recount it to him later, she thinks, and dusts off her knees.

She has a quarry to hunt.

His Majesty does so hate when those he trusts turns on him.

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Birth name: N/A (Arrived Unnamed) Name Meaning: Evening Conversation Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight First Occupation: Knight Secondary Occupation: Assassin Family: Pepik(Father), Isax(Mother), & Spawn(Brother) Best friend: Lucerne Significant other: Gwilym Favorite color: Black Theme song: Lord Shen's Theme (Epic Version) by Samuel Kim

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