One thing about being free from the constraints of the Lady Amelia Strafford persona was that dressing didn’t take anywhere near the amount of time it used to. In her old life she’d looked down on Jess, who wore her hunting and training clothes whenever she could get away with it. Many of the ladies of the court had gossiped snidely about her normal state of dress. It hadn’t helped that Jess looked good no matter what she wore; that was what really stung for many of the ladies. Now that Amelia didn’t have to pretend to be something she wasn’t, life was so much simpler.
Amelia slid the last of her blades into its sheath and turned, smiling coldly. Now it was time to pay a little visit to the poor excuse of a man who’d laid hands on her. Killing him in front of his friends would have been e
