One more job shouldn't have mattered.
I'd killed nobles before. You could floot a whaling ship on the high-born blood I've spilled.
Another noble steps in to replace the last one. All equally corrupt.
Why should an Empress be different?
But she was.
I watched her bodyguard's face as they took him away. Dead eyes.
I knew I'd pay for this one, and maybe I deserved to.
A storm was coming that would shake apart everything I'd built.