Prologue.
Kill.
She had to keep her pace steady and use her silence as an advantage. She climbed up the staircase of the dreadful tower, pulling down the handkerchief covering half her face, she took out the vial of poison. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Dragging her fingers along the handrails of the staircase, she hummed into the melancholy silence.
She finally reached the doors covered in vines. she could hear noises of elves talking from behind the doors, though they were whispering in a low voice. She heard the doors opening and quickly jumped atop the ceiling, hanging onto a thorny vine with one hand. Her fingers bled from the thorns but she made no sound of pain. The elf looked left and right, before briefly closing the door. When she was finally sure the elf had left, she jumped down onto the floor. Tightly gripping the vial in her hands, she slipped it into her pocket.
She took a deep breath and readied herself for what was to come. Opening the doors, she shielded her eyes from the sudden brightness.
All eyes present were now on her. She gave a look of indifference towards the group of elves sitting at the round table. She clicked her tongue and bowed cockily.
"Diana Lycurgus, representing family Lycurgus and the royal family from the kingdom of Kainsk," she said in a cold, commanding voice.
She licked her lips, before walking toward the table, ready for the action.