Assasins Kiss

Chapter 2

The Corset was uncomfortable and I kept picking at it. I had worn a bunch of different Outfits, Armors, Fighting suits etc. and not even I could resist a beautiful dress, but this thing was torture. My ribs were being squished together and I could hardly breath, but Madame Fromington kept tightening the Ribbons.

"Cant you make it a bit looser" I growled.

"Stop whining Brynn. If you want to fit in you need to look and act more like a noble woman."

I barred my teeth at her in response but she didn't even flinch. Others would already be running in the other direction if "the White death" so much as looked at them, but Madame Fromington has been dressing me since I could remember . If there was an event or something else where I needed a more appropriate attire, I got it from her. And she knew about my Work, but as long as Caspar paid her enough, she kept her mouth shut. And whenever I felt like spending money I  came to her shop and got new dresses and stuff.

White Death. The name was actually very fitting. I once heard someone talk about me in a bar and ever since, people have been using that name for me.

"Im telling you. She looked like an Angel. Her long Hair was as white as snow, but that was the only thing I saw from her. She was wearing a tight suit and her Face was hidden behind a black Facemask. And  she was in and out so fast, I hadn't even realized my Master was dead yet, when she was gone again. Just like Death Angels. And all she left was piece of white cloth."

I always thought that story was funny, because that day I had piece of cloth in my suit because I was looking at different fabrics for a new dress before I went there. But ever since that day, whenever I was finished with job I left a piece of white cloth, claiming the kill for myself. And after that, the demand for the White Death has gone up. People looking for an Assassin, came to Caspar asking for the White Death and it had gone so far, that Caspar had to raise the price and only accept jobs from People with a lot of influence.

But people still didn't know the real face behind White Deaths mask. All they knew, was that I had white long hair. Which was unusual, but not to rare in the area I lived in.  What was rare, were my golden eyes and my also almost white skin. Since I had no living family left, I didn't know where they came from. And when I was working, I never let anybody get close enough to see them. At least not the people I intended to leave alive.

"You're gonna start your lessons in royal etiquette this afternoon" Madame Fromington explained while tying the last knot on the corset. I took in a sharp breath. "Wuhuu I'm so excited about learning how to spread my little finger while drinking tea" I answered while rolling my eyes. Madame Fromington send me reproachful look, before focusing on packing away the excess clothes. When she finished putting the last dress in to the cabinet she turned back to me. She proceeded to put some light make-up on my face ignoring my complaints and slight threats. "You could have become such a beautiful noble woman if you hadn't met the wrong people." I turned towards the mirror to look at the mirror. My hair was pinned up, with a few curled strands framing my face. My cheeks were dabbed with a very light blush and the black coal around my eyes made the color pop out even more. She had done a good job, without making me look like a little doll. Despite my prior complaints I gave her a faint smile and thanked her before heading to lunch. I had to get some energy before spending my afternoon with tea-talk. That was, if I could manage to eat anything with this corset crushing my insides.