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There is a lady, sitting amidst the tattered splendor of her nobility. Her only legacy is an ancient name, high and esteemed. She may restore wealth and dignity to her line by marrying the man to whom she was promised at birth. He is prosperous and powerful, but leaves her cold.
The lady sits by her casement and gazes at the soldier who truly has her heart. She prays to the Maker for deliverance. She prays for intervention, a sudden knife, and we hear her cry.
How will the Maker's instrument strike? Will she strike? A knot for the Herald to unravel.
Advisor suggestions Edit
If the lady requests an assassin, it is not for us to say she should not. The contract is between her and those she has hired.
Let the lady marry her betrothed. Then strike at him as she asks. She gains wealth, her true love, and we earn her gratitude.
What ridiculous game is this? Is killing for love better or worse than killing for power? The Inquisition does not serve the romantic whims of nobles.
The lady has been given her wish. She has her soldier; together, they will carry on in ignominious poverty. Regret may come, but by then we are gone.
It is not for us to judge. It is only for us to do.
The when is as crucial as the where and the how.
The lady's prayers go unanswered. She is alone in a cold bed. Her kin's hopes are restored even as her own die.
A still knife cuts as deep as one that lashes out.
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