The Turning Part IThe Turning Part I in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was several days prior to the attack on Gilneas, that much I can remember
I had been making my way down one of the alleyways in the eastern most section of the city. Wearing the 'proper' attire of a Royal made the task much more difficult than it probably should have been. Heels clinked against the cobblestones as my corset kept me from being able to move in a quiet manner. Times like these made me question why I wanted to keep such a presence amongst the other Gilneans, especially with all of the killings within the city as of late. I had made it my job to complete my tasks as quickly as possible.
A few months prior, I had met a man near one of the Rebel hangouts on accident. Standing at what had to be over six feet tall and extremely handsome despite the fact that his right eye was obscured by a leather eyepatch ; it was obvious that he knew it. A cocky grin graced his features when he realized that a woman, me, had been the one to have quite nearly taken herself out on his