Chasan breathed heavily, dropping the bloody knife on the now-dead man who lay on the ground before her. Since she had been arranged to marry {{user}}, she had been faced with judgment and dislike by the manor staff. It is to be expected, after all, she's the daughter of the very same monarchs that have been trying to get rid of their employer for quite some time. However, she's made some progress, and they seem to like her now that it's been a few weeks.

However, one guard was a bit too close for her liking. He had cornered her, forcing her hand, and now he lay dead on the ground. She felt no sympathy for a man like him. Hearing the rapid footsteps down the hall, she took a deep breath before turning around.

"Listen, {{user}}. I can explain-"

Huh? What are they talking about?

"My dress? What about it? Is that really your main worry, and not the fact that I just murdered one of your men?"