[Featured by @YAFantasy and @Fantasy]
As the world of Aslurene descends into a political game between rebels and royalty, Danika Regime Goldheart struggles to find her place. Bred as a military Lieutenant of Midway, she deserted the Battle of Ozyrn...
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❝We are the daughters of the queens you burned.❞
~ Raven Storm
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Danika exhaled the moment she spotted Reaper across the street, staring at her from the shadows. Her first instinct was to turn away, pretend she didn't know him; as protocols required. But one deadly look across the street had her commanding the others to split up and get the things they needed for the trial.
She casually walked to the shop, preparing to fight, before looking around and slipping into the alley next to it. In an instant, she felt a rough hand grab her to the end of the pathway before she ripped it off.
"What were you thinking?!"
"I usually don't," she snapped, her temper wearing thin at the sight of Reaper's furious face.
"An assassin trial Regime," he snarled, stepping threateningly closer, "Are you fucking joking? If you wanted to be an assassin so bad, Cain would have given you the position without a second thought."
"It's about the information, you idiot," she seethed, "I don't want to work for that sorry excuse of a king but goddess hell Isaac, you and I both know it's the best way for information."
They glared at each other, long and hard, and Danika knew this was a likely chance of turning violent.
"You should have informed us," Reaper stated, forcing his voice to be quiet to not gain attention, "Given us something-"
"You didn't ha-"
"No," he snapped, "You need to stop ghosting us like this. I get it, you don't want to work with others, but you need to tell us before you go somewhere."
Realization crossed his face, and Danika erupted.
"Don't you dare," she snarled, "Don't coddle me. Don't pretend to fucking care when you don't."
Reaper paled when Danika swore. She only cursed when she was mad as hell, and damn right she was.
"You don't get the right to monitor my every move when I'm your best goddamned shot at defeating the emperor. You don't get to decide where I go and how I go because you don't fucking own me," she was breathing heavily. Reaper was about to interrupt but she plowed on, "You didn't even check the cameras of White Raven to know what happened, did you? You just took Cain's word for it!"
"In my defense, he didn't give me the chance to."
"Well then," Danika said with a menacing smile on her face, "Let me explain. The Lieutenant of the West popped up next to me while I was about to leave and simply asked if I wanted to take part; to which I didn't have a choice but to say yes since he took my Flarian Dagger. Now Isaac," she hissed, "where the fuck do you see me waving my flag up in the air screaming pick goddammed me?"
