She once held the title of Rouge I1, and then Serpent Vert I1, and now she was standing at the end of being Vichian I1. It was the end of the person she used to be. The long days of being a Vichian and learning in classrooms and choosing her future were coming to an end. The red, green, and purple trims that each resembled a title respectfully were carefully tucked away, hidden in Mère's closet where I1 would never find them. She would never know where her old uniforms went, but she would never care, for her future was planned, and tomorrow she became Dames Blanche I1. She would dawn her suit with white trim with pride, and she would manage through the first pain of getting her basic Mercies, and she would start her apprenticeship as an assassin, as already chosen by her mother.
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