The girl has no name. He thought. Apart from that nickname. Highborn. She copes well with the teasing. The name calling.
Such an odd child.
He was watching over the lunchroom. Sat at the high table, in the large, uncomfortable carved chair.
Sometimes luxury was such a burden.
The girl sat away from everyone else. In the shadows.
A true Hidden Blade would have been almost unnoticeable over there. Lost in the darkness. Inconspicuous.
That was the point in the training.
In fact, she should have gone unnoticed in the throng of students.
But there was something that stuck out.
The tousled blonde curls, the proud walk. Even the way she talked.
Her choice in disciplines was strange too.
A wall walker?
Not something that anyone who wanted to fight would usually go for.
But, he had to give it to her, the girl was clever.
