The Failed Assassin

Preparations

"Are you readyEmma?" The red head looked up from her place at the work benchwhere she was cleaning the tools.

"Yes." Sheagreed pushing her curled hair back from her bright green eyes. "Doyou have everything?" She asked and he nodded, he opened the parcelhe had carefully curated from the shop, stealing several rolls fromthe tailor. It was a dangerous point but not nearly as dangerous aswhat Emma would be doing.

She got up fromthe bench heading over already having the thread nearby. As shereached for it he reached out to grab her wrist and she looked up athim with questioning eyes.

"Are you sureabout this?" He asked and she sighed shaking her head, long sincepast this point. It was too late to turn back even if she wanted to.Which she definitely didn't.

They must bestopped.

"I am sureNathaniel." She assured trying, and failing, to hold back herannoyance.

"Okay, it's justyou are my little sister."

"Iknow Nate, I know." She sighed and moved to take his hand from herwrist, but instead of dropping it she held his hand in a comfortinggrip. "You've always taken care of me, but this...no one else cando this but me."

"Iknow." Nathaniel obviously didn't want to but let her hand go. Lether go to the lion's den.

Sheundid the parcel seeing the lace, satin, whale bone, ribbons, andmuslin. She placed the thread on it and separated it into fourdifferent piles. Sighing she took a deep breath and touching thefirst one she closed her eyes she focused seeing the delicate dressin mind.

Herfingertips began to glow a bright white slowly taking on the rest ofher hand to her wrist and then started to take over the fabric andglowing as it grew. When she pulled away she saw the deep sapphireblue dress more then good enough for an acceptable high born lady.Which she would fool them all into thinking of her.

"Momwould have loved to see you in that."

"Butshe can't." Emma glared not wanting to think of that. If she knewwhat her children planned her heart would be broken. She moved to theother three making a cami, chemise, and corset. "If you wouldn'tmind Nathaniel."

"OkayEmma," he turned to walk out the door and she started to strip downto her bloomers and newly made cami. She grabbed her stockings andboots that had been made before hand as well as the necklace ofsilver with sapphires-or at least colored glass but was good enoughto fool anyone-spread out to look like a tangle of leaves. She thengot her corset and managed to put it on, working it slowly.

Shehadn't had to put on a corset in years but still remembered how to doit.

Sheput on her camisole then over it before pulling the dress on.Nathaniel and whoever helped him rob the shop had made a good choice.The sapphire blue not only matched the color glass almost if notperfectly, and would brighten her milky white skin and compliment herhair and almost made her dull eyes sparkle.

Nathanielknocked and she commented that he could come in. When he came in hegasped and forced himself to smile. "You look beautiful."

"Thankyou." She thanked placing the cuff bracelet that had a large'sapphire' sitting in the middle and three rings, a simple fool'sgold one, a 'sapphire' one and one that looked like it was covered incrushed diamonds but was the same as her sapphire jewelry being justglass.

Shemade it all the same way she made her dress, corset, camisole andcami. Every now and then someone would be born able to do things.They'd be able to touch something and make it without having to workit. Touch yarn and make a sweater without having to knit, touch woodand make an intricate bowl without having to carve, touch paint andeasel and make an amazing painting. With all the possibilities itmade things amazing and those in powers would want it.

Ofcourse the power only ever worked with how well physically the personwas and how well they could concentrate. So any torture or attemptsto force them would do nothing but make it worst. Of course thatdidn't stop nobles from trying to entice them and plenty have. Almostevery one with power had been married into the royal family at somepoint or another. Of course it was rare for a powered one to be borninto the same family twice.

"ComeEmma," Nathaniel led her to the bare bones desk fitted with amirror and a small stool. Sitting her down he began to comb her hairand put it into a complicated twisted up design allowing smalltendrils to hang around her face. "You know it is not too late tochange your mind."

Itwas an effort. A futile effort. But he had to try.

"Nothappening Nate. Prince Wilhelm is going to die."

Ihope you guys will be interested, this is a lot different then mynormal story but I think it will be a fun experiment.