Silver Tears

Caring only makes you weak. I've learned that in years. If you care, you are dead from the beginning.
The Perfect Killer. That's what they call me. My kills are so perfect, without trace. Killing. That's what I am best at. Azreal Chaadren. That name that sends chills down people's spine belongs to me.
I care about no one. No one cares about me. I'm that arrogant girl you hate. I'm that girl that throws looks at you and frowns all the time.
Don't care. Look down. Don't get close to people. Don't care. Don't have feelings. Being an assassins is this. Even if you care about someone, they will hate you and you will get hurt. With all the blood in my hands who would love me? With my reputation who would dare to love me?
When I was caught and sent to the gold mines, after a year I had given a choice. An assasination or death. If I assassinated the King of Throdien I was free. They made me do it. If I knew I would end up this way I would rather died. They gave my resposibility to a guard. I hated the idea that they had to put a guard on me so they could check on me. I did what I had to do. I did assassinate the King. But along the way I did something I should have never done.
I cared.