In a world of royals with magic in their blood, Arya Rein has never been a stranger to work.
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She worked herself up the ranks of the Pierce empire, just as her mother before her did.
And now, she serves as the crow...
The weight of the coil of metal resting on my brow is a constant reminder to myself of who I am.
What I am.
What they think me to be.
I thinking it's just as much of a reminder to the people who I know secretly stand before me now.
Hiding in the shadows.
Their constant threat merely being what's in their minds.
So as he stands by me, grinning to the crowd, giving a speech that seduces one half of them into loving him and the other into further drowning in their suspicions, I search their faces.
Waiting until I find a pair of eyes that meet mine.
I lock eyes with a man several yards away.
It's no secret he sees past the mask I adorn.
I know this as he displays his intentions to me.
He turns, shifting aside his coat to reveal a pistol, glinting silver at his hip. His message is clear.
I hope mine is too. Shoot, I dare you to.
Because your bullets can cause pain.
But with my lips alone, I know I can make your world go black.
