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I know the schedules of the guards, the servants, and even the noble dark elves who are served by these guards and servants.
I learned the importance of preparation after my first kill. It was messy and unpleasant and very rushed because I was avoiding various family members and guards that were chasing me.
It was also dirty, and I fuckinghategetting myself dirty.
In the years since that first job, I have learned to be more aware of my surroundings. I scope out the venues long before the main event, and I’ve even created a clean-up kit to help with the inevitability of blood.
“There’s no need to leave a big mess for someone else to clean up, or any evidence. Work neat, work smart, and not hard.”
I recite the mantra to myself as I slip behind a hedge as the shift change finally happens.
I have made it past the guards that roam the estates. Now I just have to avoid the guards on the inside.
All you need to do is get to him quietly. You don’t have to make it out quietly,the voice of an old teacher resounds through my head, with some of the most important knowledge I have ever gained throughout my career.
Get the job done quietly and cleanly. That’s the most important part. The guards on the way out don’t matter.
I walk down the side of the hedge until I am standing directly beneath a balcony that is attached to Lord Marzui’s youngest daughter’s bedroom.
She is only seven years old, and I know that she fell asleep approximately thirty minutes ago.
I can hear her heavy breathing now.
There will be guards close to her room, but no one ever thinks that children are in real danger. The majority of the guards will be clustered closer to Lord Marzui’s chambers. He doesn’t share a bed with his wife any longer so this will make an excellent entryway.
I leap into the air and grab hold of the balcony before I flip over the rail of the balcony and land on its floor.
There is a spell on the girl’s window.
I reach to my back to ensure that my twin daggers are still lodged before I reach out with my own magic and break the spell.
Beneath the spell is a supplication to one of the Thirteen, the Mother, asking for the protection of her daughter who sleeps behind the glass that the spell is written on.
I tear through it all in seconds.
The balcony door swings open silently.
I slip through the bedroom, which is as luxurious as the outside of the estate, as the girl inhales and out the door before she exhales.
There are guards right in front of me as I step out of her room. They are turning, and they will see me in a second, but I leap into the air and clamber to the top of one of the heavy chandeliers that line the ceiling.
The chandelier is so large that it completely obscures my presence.
I can tell that the guards heard or felt my presence. I know that they will start investigating now.
But they are certainly not smart enough to look up.
I wait for them to pass by beneath me before I drop to the ground.
I am on the first floor, and I need to make it to the second-floor unseen, where Lord Marzui will be asleep. I walk down the hallway and make it up the stairs to the second floor when I hear voices coming from above me.
Servants. Zagfers. Descending to the first floor.
I open the nearest door and slip inside. From my research and my visit to the mansion, I know that this room is likely a linen closet.
I have to contort myself into an extremely ugly shape to fit into it, and I cannot breathe while I wait for the zagfers to pass, but I am used to holding my breath and my body is quite lithe and supple, despite my height and size.
The zagfers pass by quickly and I leave the linen closet, closing the door softly behind me. Then I bound up the stairs.
