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The winds of the kingdom were sweet and fresh, much like any other day in deep spring. The dark heralds of winter had all passed by and the proud nation of Crescentia had persevered through it once more.

In the conglomeration of towns and villages surrounding the main castle, life flourished as villager and citizen alike began to sift through the still melting snow and prepare for a sunny future. Talk of war and battle were all but things in the past, the most common grievance being that of childhood pranks on the elders. Politics were doing well with the other three nations of the world, and all of Crescentia lived in relative peace under their rule of their faithful Princess Titania.

Unfortunately, it was all too ideal. The castle of Crescentia stood proud and stern, unmoving in the harshest of weathers. And so it proved to be little challenge at all to slip in undetected into the massive building. 

She had killed the initial guards on watch, knowing full well that it would be much too late when the next shift noticed their corpses. Melting into the shadows, she moved with expert grace and diligence as she moved about in the castle hallways.

The sound of blade cutting through flesh was brief, having been the last thing her victims would become aware of before their untimely murder. That, and the twin points of crimson that stared emotionlessly back from the darkness. 

The girl was dressed appropriately for the lighting, and stealth was of no concern for her. A cloak as dark as her own hair covered her lightly armored frame with a skirt and some gloved gauntlets to follow. As she leaped from one patch of shadow to the next, the faint blur of crimson could be seen whirring past. Her eyes focused on the task at hand.

Her target was known, and she would kill without mercy or regard. The Princess of the nation Crescentia. The Lady, Titania. The mere name brought a rise of bile to her throat as she remembered her own bitter regards towards this retched kingdom. That spark of hatred lasted only a moment before she smothered down the urge. Feelings would only cloud her judgment, and so she purged them all in the name of her kill.

For the glory of the Imperium.

Leaping onto a higher level, the girl known only to her victims as Sable headed in the direction of the main court. Her employers had been very methodical in their debriefing of the castle’s interior layout and structure. She had been musing these thoughts so potently, that she hadn’t even noticed two more slain guards by her blade until she dashed past their slumped, lifeless bodies.

Finally, she found her intended destination. The area below was the castle’s grand court room that also served as a ballroom on festival occasions. It was here where royalty gathered to address their visitors for the day. It would also be the spot where the princess would die.

Crouching on the ledge directly above the royal throne, Sable unsheathed her sword and waited patiently, her blank pupils unblinking.

The Red-Eyed Ghost searched for her prey.