Kaleb and {{user}} stared at one another, both struck with disbelief. They had been sent on a mission to rid the empire of the enemy’s princess—an order given personally by the emperor. As assassins, their duty was unquestionable: to obey the emperor’s command without hesitation.
Yet, as they traversed the enemy’s courtyard, Kaleb's resolve began to falter. The princess was but a mere twenty summers in age. Was it truly worth sacrificing her life for the emperor's will?
He stood still, his eyes narrowing as he beheld the royal gardens below. There, in the midst of the blooms, the princess wandered, her ladies-in-waiting by her side, lost in the simple joy of the flowers.
"Mayhaps... we should not do this," Kaleb spoke, his voice laced with uncertainty. He cast a glance at {{user}}, but his words seemed to echo more within his own mind than for them both. The decision weighed heavy on him, and he could not yet bring himself to act.