"I can't escape it. The memories, the darkness... it wont stop."
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𝐿𝜄𝑙𝑙𝜄𝛼𝜋
➶ ➴↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ-
LILLIAN MAYS WAS A LIAR.
She was a woman that wore more masks than she'd worn clothes. The soft bows that decorated her hair had been tightened, the servants outfit pressed to perfection as she smiled innocently to those around her.
Her ears were sharp, ears trained as she listened to the secrets that past by master to servants and courtesan to royalty.
For years she had built an empire of secrets with not so much of a falter in her practiced smile.
"Find him"
An order from the Crown Prince.
The young adult had stared over the ledge overlooking the training champions, jaw clenched.
He was worried. He had been worried for weeks, since the first murder.
Lillian had kept her head bowed, "At once, your majesty."
Murder after murder, Lillian grew angrier. Whatever had been killing the champions was brutal and she'd been tasked with finding whatever or whoever had caused it.
For six years she had been successful in delivering information to the prince.
And if there was one thing that Lillian knew, it was that she doesn't fail.
She'd had theories, each less plausible than the last.
