Chapter 13: Wrongs that Would Incite Rebellion

“Put this on. We’re heading out. The battle started.” Azzoth busted into her room, whipping a bundle of clothes into her face and for a moment, Elanor really considered acting like it killed her.

However, that would just delay the inevitable.

“I’m making the request that you and everyone else begins to knock.”

“Knock knock. Now get up.”

She sighed, making her way to the bathroom and quickly changing. The clothes that Azzoth had brought were pitch black, from the boots and dress to the hooded cloak and veil.

As far as disguises went it was simple because why would the Holy Maiden not wear white? Everyone else was still under the impression that she was a prisoner being tortured horrendously.

Elanor was…well, she didn’t really know what she was at the moment since she was still dealing with a midlife crisis, but she wouldn’t be recognized unless someone blew her cover.