Her flowing white gown sparkled in the light of the late afternoon sun, as it swept over the marble floor. The fanciful fabrics of her dress screamed high fashion, quite appropriate for the royal palace. The loosely fitting attire was not what Narovians would imagine when thinking of an assassin. Puffy, oversized sleeves were all too convenient, allowing her to keep her dagger concealed against her left arm. She was elegant, she was dazzling, and she was armed...
