Cassandra sighs and rearranges the braid atop my head for the third time. "I'm sorry, Admira. I'll get it right sometime."
I laugh, "Keep it up and I'll hire myself a new lady in waiting. Maybe one that actually knows what she's doing."
She grins. We both know that I could never replace her.
She finishes the braid and fixes nonexistent wrinkles in my black gown. "Are you ready?"
I nod. I am. It's been three months since Alexanne's death. I can face her funeral.
Of course, we won't actually be burying her today. Her body was prepared and buried quickly after I...after I killed her.
It still shocks me when I think about what I did. Yes, she was a murderer. Yes, I probably did what I had to do. But I still killed her. There's blood on my hands that no amount of scrubbing or apologizing
