The Enchanting Empress

I stretched out both hands, palms up, and let the sunlight fall in scattered patches across them. It flowed along my veins, carried by my surging blood, into the depths of my heart, warming the heart that had been lonely for so long.

Time had left the marks of wind and frost on my palms. Beneath the fleeting glow of a prosperous age, my thoughts rose and fell through September, while the days remained peaceful and quiet. I had stumbled along too many roads, and my steps were growing weary.

Through years of killing, I had always thought that simply making it to the end of this life was brave enough. I had no strength left to change all the resentment in my life.

I thought an assassin like me only needed money to take anything away at will...