kingmaker | p.sh

I

Completing a job isn't the hard part, it's the report you have to give afterwards.

You stand at attention, your back ramrod straight, sword sheathed to the hilt, barely concealing the fresh blood it is stained with. A single lit wax candle rests on your lady's desk, its haunting glow the only source of light in a room darkened by night. The moon does not shine tonight – perfect conditions for a job as messy as yours.

The fewer eyes, the better.

After what feels like hours of waiting, your lady
finally lifts her gaze from her papers. Everything about Lady Hwang is regal: her elegant posture, her fine hands that gracefully dip her quill in the inkpot, even the way she schools her expression to be one that is cold and calculating. She looks every part the head of the household she is meant to be, such that it is hard to believe she is only a few years older than yourself.

"My lady, I bear the report of my task." You bow deeply, as is expected of you. As it always has.

Lady Hwang waves her hand noncommittally, and you take it as your invitation to speak. "The target has been eliminated."

"The eyewitnesses?" Her voice is soft, but you know better than to underestimate the attention she's paying to you. It is a dangerous game, to work for Hwang Yeji. One wrong move and you could lose your head.

"All taken care of effectively."

"Hm, as always. Keep up the good work. You may leave to freshen up."

You bow once more before taking your leave. As you exit her office, Lord Hwang enters in a whirlwind of papers. "Sister, the informant's report has arrived." In his frenzy, he doesn't even notice your presence, throwing an envelope on her desk.

Yeji barely looks up from her work as she speaks. "If it's another description of the stagnant political climate, I will cut off that fool's hand myself."

"No, this time it's important. More important than whatever you're doing at the moment. Spare it a glance, I implore you."

As you turn the doorknob, you hear the rustling of paper. Any letter from the informant is always opened with haste, but in recent weeks their reports have become too quiet. Too consistent for your masters' liking.

You, of course, have no idea of the informant's identity, and you suspect your masters don't know either. All you know is that whoever they are, they've been feeding your side information from within the highest circles of society. A high-standing member of the gentry, at the very least. It is rare for someone of such a standing to align themselves with a cause such as that of your masters', and yet...

Your thoughts are interrupted by a quiet inhale from Yeji, the contemplative tapping of her pen breaking the silence. You swear you can almost feel Hyunjin's anxiousness radiating off him and permeating the whole room.

"This...this is groundbreaking," Yeji whispers, a cautious hope evident in her voice. Rarely is she so pleased. It must be a very good piece of information, then. You turn away from the door. "My lady, shall I prepare for my next task immediately?"

Wordlessly, she scans your figure with little to no subtlety. There is a strange light in her eyes, one that wasn't there before. It's the same odd look she has when she's crafted you a perfect plan, and you can almost see the cogs in her mind whirring away. "It would be best if we gave you a thorough bath. Hair oils, essences for the skin..." Yeji snaps her fingers, and a servant rushes in. "Prepare a bath for Y/n just as you would for me. Skin, nails, hair, everything has to be done. Cover every blemish, I won't allow for anything but a fair complexion. Oh, and send for the dressmaker as soon as you can."