" I will not."
"You will," the First had said succinctly. There would be no argument strong enough to dissuade his decision. This was not the Caste of before. No, this was a Caste of new ways and new rules. She would do what was necessary to hunt the target, for the Brotherhood. Amongst all of her faults and idiosyncrasies' she was nothing if not loyal. " You will take a guard of nine, of your choice," he added as if this would soothe her. He had won. She would be painted.
Since coming to the city of Ar her life had taken a turn. No longer could she travel as she pleased, nor was her time her own. With high profile work came a consequence of constant vigil. She no longer felt the ease of anonymity. This price for reputation was greater than anticipated.
Sitting in front of the great mirror at her vanity she contemplated her fate. Was she going to be able to pull this off ? Once she took this path, would she be able to veer off it again?
Antollicus rapped on the door. " Miss, it is smelted down and I mixed it up with the paint base, jus like you asked. Shall I leave it 'ere for ya? "
She heard him going down the wrought iron stairs. No tea tonight, she thought.
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