[i] “It’s a real shame…. wife material….skin this pale.…burn and die in the light….it’s a…shame.”[/i]

As Sable slowly regained consciousness, she made sure to keep her eyes closed. Knowing that she was captured, she really couldn’t complain for her tactless actions in doing so. It was always some fool like a court jester or a farmer’s boy. This time it was a bumbling husband. Figures. Instead, all she could do now was rely on her verbal wit to prolong her execution…and slay her target.

So she waited. As she did so, she made the faintest of movements to test out her bonds. Nothing gave out. Shackles to her wrists, ankles, even her neck and head. She expected as much from a nation hell-bent on preserving false peace and extinguishing true freedom. When it soon became apparent that her captor, the princess no less, was not going to reveal anything through self-monologue, Sable groaned out softly to keep up the ruse of her unconscious state.

[i] “It’ll be nice to get back into the swing of things down here. It’s been a while since someone’s done something this deplorable, and I even had the pleasure of seeing it all with my own eyes. Ha! What a glorious day, huh?”[/i]

“Do you often talk to yourself like a mad woman?”

Sable looked at her captor; her eyes were as blank as her voice, stoic and apathetic to her core. Seeing as even her head was bound to a vertical board, all she could really do was move those red eyes all around. To have finally captured the elusive Red-Eyed Ghost…the princess must have been sweating with pride.

Sweating like a damn pig.

“In any case, I don’t know why you brought me here. As an assassin, I bear loyalty to no nation, so using me as a bargaining chip will bring you no gain. Furthermore, as nothing but an assassin, only knights are taken in as prisoners. Thus, it’s rather odd you have me chained up like a piece of meat when you could have easily killed me.”

Sable blinked once.

“But you know this already.”