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DisreputableCharles
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The night was quiet, almost eerily so. It was common knowledge that the uprising of a few weeks ago had all but disintegrated, leaving the weaker supporters of the rebellion to bide their time in the shadows. Residents of the capitol's upper ring were at peace, for their pristine porcelain world was no longer in any danger of being shattered. For those less fortunate, however, a sort of suffocating silence covered the streets.
On the roof of a building adjacent to the palace crouched a petite figure, clothed in black and keeping her eyes to the balcony across the way. If the information she'd been given was correct, this was where the quarters of one of the royal family lay. Fattened, spoiled pigs... Seraphine Regis had no love of the rulers; in fact she felt quite the opposite. Due to their lavish spending on a refurbishing of the palace, her family had died in poverty, from starvation and brutality at the hands of "keepers of the peace."
Gritting her teeth, she peered with dark brown eyes through the transparent curtain that hung from the balcony doorway across from her. It was barely past supper for the royals, or so she'd been told, and so hopefully her target would appear for observation soon, whichever member of the family it was. Tonight was not for an elimination, but to see what she was dealing with. That was the mission that had been granted to her. Adjusting her position, Seraphine shifted her slim frame a bit closer to the edge of the tiles, ready to flee if it became necessary.
On the roof of a building adjacent to the palace crouched a petite figure, clothed in black and keeping her eyes to the balcony across the way. If the information she'd been given was correct, this was where the quarters of one of the royal family lay. Fattened, spoiled pigs... Seraphine Regis had no love of the rulers; in fact she felt quite the opposite. Due to their lavish spending on a refurbishing of the palace, her family had died in poverty, from starvation and brutality at the hands of "keepers of the peace."
Gritting her teeth, she peered with dark brown eyes through the transparent curtain that hung from the balcony doorway across from her. It was barely past supper for the royals, or so she'd been told, and so hopefully her target would appear for observation soon, whichever member of the family it was. Tonight was not for an elimination, but to see what she was dealing with. That was the mission that had been granted to her. Adjusting her position, Seraphine shifted her slim frame a bit closer to the edge of the tiles, ready to flee if it became necessary.