The dim candlelight flickered over Lord V’s desk as Seraphis rifled through stacks of
parchment, letters, and coded documents.
The scent of old ink and spilled blood mixed in the air.
Her
silver eyes scanned
the writings, taking in every detail.
One name
stood out.
Princess Lysara—the Fourth Princess of the Kingdom.
Seraphis narrowed her eyes.
A royal conspiring with the underworld?
The more she read, the darker the truth became.
Lysara had been torturing prisoners, abducting commoners for twisted "games," and funding underground death pits.
And the King and Queen knew nothing?
Seraphis
smirked.
This changes everything.
She looked at the fresh corpse of Lord V, sprawled across the floor.
His dead, lifeless eyes
stared upward
—his mouth twisted in the final grimace of death.
She pulled out a single
playing card.
Time to put him to use.
The Infiltration
The royal castle
loomed in the moonlight
, a towering symbol of power and wealth.
Seraphis walked right through the front gates.
The guards never stopped her.
A simple hypnotic whisper in their ears, and they let her through without question.
Inside, the grand halls stretched
like a golden labyrinth.
Servants scurried about
, nobility danced in candlelit corridors, and knights in polished armor patrolled the pristine marble floors.
None of them saw her for what she was.
She
became invisible
in plain sight.
She
wove through the corridors
, stopping only to
whisper commands
to the castle staff.
By the time she reached the
kitchen
, the cooks were already under her spell.
"Prepare a special dish," she murmured.
They obeyed
without question.
She
retrieved Lord V’s remains
from her
dimensional storage
, carefully cutting and seasoning the meat.
It smelled divine as it
sizzled over the fire.
By the time the dish was complete,
no one would suspect what it truly was.
She plated the
"delicacy"
herself.
Then, she carried it
straight to the Fourth Princess.
Dinner with a Princess
Princess Lysara sat in her lavish
silk-draped chamber
, surrounded by golden candelabras and
soft velvet cushions.
She had
long crimson hair
and
piercing emerald eyes
, a beauty that masked
the sickness within her soul.
She looked up as Seraphis entered, holding a silver tray.
"You’re a new maid," Lysara said, raising a delicate brow.
"Yes, my lady," Seraphis replied with a
polite smile.
Lysara
waved a hand dismissively.
"Fine. Just set the food down. I’m starving."
Seraphis carefully placed the
platter
before her, removing the lid with an elegant flourish.
The scent of
richly seasoned meat filled the air.
Lysara took a bite.
Her
eyes lit up.
"This is delicious," she said, chewing slowly.
Seraphis
grinned.
"I’m glad you think so."
Lysara licked her lips. "What kind of meat is this?"
Seraphis leaned forward, her voice
honeyed with amusement.
"Lord V."
Lysara’s
fork clattered onto the plate.
She stared at Seraphis,
her face going pale.
Seraphis
tilted her head.
"What’s wrong, my lady? You liked him so much when he was alive. Why stop now?"
Lysara
gagged, her hands trembling.
"You’re… you’re lying."
Seraphis
laughed softly.
"I never lie."
Lysara
staggered back, choking on her own breath.
Then Seraphis
struck.
SLK!
Her blade
sliced cleanly
through the princess’s throat.
Blood
gushed
, splattering across the pristine white tablecloth.
Lysara’s
body slumped
, her head lolling to the side.
Seraphis grabbed a
silver platter
from the table.
With one swift movement—
She severed the princess’s head.
A Message to the King
The next morning, a
sealed letter
was delivered to the King.
His royal attendants
bowed low
as he opened it in the grand throne room.
His
expression darkened
as he read the first lines:
"Your family has made a grave mistake.
Mess with me again, and I will take everything from you."
The King’s
hands clenched.
He turned to the second note.
"Open the silver platter."
A
servant hesitated
, but at the King’s nod, he
removed the lid.
A
severed head
stared back at them.
The Fourth Princess’s lifeless eyes
held the same frozen terror from her final moment.
Beside it, another
pile of documents.
The King’s
blood ran cold
as he skimmed through them—evidence of
Lysara’s crimes, her conspiracies with Lord V, her brutal torture chambers.
A thick silence fell over the throne room.
Then—
The King
staggered back, trembling.
"Investigate," he rasped. "Verify if this is true."
The guards scrambled to obey.
But deep in his heart, the King already knew.
It
was
true.
And that meant—
His kingdom had just
provoked the worst kind of enemy.