The rain poured down heavily, whipping against the stone walls of the dark town alley which was lit solely by the bluish tint of the moon, though that barely provided enough light with the dark storm clouds.
Lifting her white skirts gently to step over the crimson puddle which pooled around the man's body, a small girl no more than ten years made sure that her ankles were still covered in an image of feminine modesty as she had been taught while she stared down upon the dead man, the very dagger which killed him in her own small, pale hand.
She made no expression, not that anyone could tell with the faceless white mask she wore, only splattered with that starkly contrasting blackish-crimson colour that bled throughout her life, tainting her soul and staining her hands.
The low sound of a rustle which was almost barely detectable caught her ear, which made the faceless girl turn around, running her fingers along the dark alley wall as she rounded the corner to catch sight of a small boy, around three years younger than her which would make him seven years of age, shivering as they locked eyes.
He was a pitiful sight to be sure, pale and in rags, with the same features of blond hair and brown eyes as the man she had just killed, though she didn't really care much if they were father and son anyway as the child started to run in fear.
He soon joined his probable father propped up against the wall, red streaming down from his slit throat as she girl made no sound nor any movements as another similarly masked figure's presence was felt behind her though she neither spoke to them nor made any sign of greeting.
The figure took note of the two dead bodies as they patted the girl's dark curls, telling her that she has done well by removing any possible witnesses. She stood as silent and still as the bodies before her, only finally nodding her head once briefly as they motioned for her that they were to leave.
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟏 / 𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯
Standing before a rather run-down palace that looked almost as if it had been abandoned decades ago, so fallen into disrepair it was, a now older girl let her eyes take in the scene before raising her laced brown leather boot and entering the palace.
A single maid came to greet her, though the girl knew that exactly twenty servants were employed throughout the entire large, though ghostly estate. The freckled older woman took note of her proper though simple crisp white blouse, dark blue ribbon and similarly coloured corseted skirts and nodded at her.
"Please follow me." She ushered with a sweep of her hand as the girl nodded mutely, her stormy blue eyes completely empty as she lifted her small travelling trunk by the handle and walked up the steps behind her.
Tall mullioned windows which were upon the walls of the side servants' stairs showed the cold, foggy grounds outside, which was rather dreary weather for the Kingdom of Granzreich, which had a moderate continental climate of warm summers and easy winters.
However, they were currently in the most northern part of the kingdom just near the border where most days were cool and frost lined the window sills, a weeks travel from the sunny capital region.
Stopping in front of a heavy wooden door which the maid said was the library, the blank eyed girl was ushered in and the door shut behind her, as if the woman wanted nothing more to do with either her or the person inside.
Although she felt like sighing at the treatment, she refrained from doing so and instead walked further in, passing by the tall deep-brown coloured book-lined shelves which covered two levels, a short staircase leading up to the top shelves.
Her boot heels tapped quietly against the smooth red-wood flooring until she reached a stone fireplace before which was placed a red armchair underneath candle-lit chandeliers. And sitting upon that chair was a young boy, his back turned and eyes cast downwards to read a thick book.
Standing there silently, the girl didn't even announce herself as she stood there for nearly three while minutes before the boy closed the book and turned his head to raise his eyebrows at her with startlingly bright golden eyes and black hair.
As soon as he took notice of her, the girl dipped into a deep, graceful curtsy, her glossy raven curls falling over her shoulders although the top half was tied back with a ribbon, leaving the bottom hair loose.
"Good afternoon, your highness." A perfectly polite smile graced her lips, which made her seem refreshingly prettier than the cold beauty she was normally seen as, even though her blue eyes were still emotionless.
"My name is Cécilia von Klaus and from today onward, I shall be your teacher."
The young prince blinked once at her, as though he was surprised she was speaking to him in such formal speech and etiquette.
"Cécilia?" He echoed, tilting his head to the side thoughtfully for a moment which made for quite the cute picture. "Well, that's an awful name to be called, 'blind.'"
An awful name it might have been to call your daughter, the girl always thought it suited her well enough. Sometimes it felt as if she was blind with the way she wandered throughout her seemingly monochrome grey life.
Which to be honest, was the reason she was here in front of the youngest fifth prince of the Granzreich family in the first place. It was all because they said she was broken.
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Blind Skies
Historical Fiction━ Born to a family known as the talons in the Empire's eagle, Cécilia von Klaus was raised with a dagger in her hand and a mask on her face as a daughter born of the imperial assassin's bloodline, trained to kill and solely living to take orders fro...
