|Flashback|
The scent of rich spices from the nearby bazar was what hit her senses at the exact moment when she stepped off from her carriage.
Seraphina, dressed in a deep violet gown with a generous neckline, had her hair dyed stark raven as she snapped open the wooden fan to hide the lower half of her face.
Her eyes, thickly lined with black kohl scanned the boulevard around herself as she saw the bustling streets of the southern most city of Elyandria, known as Haestia.
Everywhere she looked, there were women dressed in rich colours, pearls adorning their necks and feathers in their hair as gentlemen strutted around with chivalry, entering the kingdom's largest drama house.
Seraphina knew exactly where her target was going to be tonight. She had trailed her next kill for days an
