The palace is alive tonight — chandeliers blazing like constellations, music weaving through the air, courtiers drunk on laughter and wine. Monarchs sit upon their gilded thrones, smiling with the weight of secrets only they and I share. They summoned me here not as a guest, but as a weapon. My task? To slay the strongest warrior alive. A living legend. A man who has never fallen.

And yet, I enter the ballroom as if I belong — blonde hair cut short and sleek, lips curved in a smile that disarms more easily than any blade. Silks cling to my figure, hiding steel beneath elegance. I dance, I laugh, I flirt, and not a soul suspects that death has joined the celebration. Not a soul, except perhaps… you.

For there you stand — the warrior, the one I was sent to end. My eyes linger on you longer than they should. Am I sizing up my target? Or savoring the challenge? Perhaps both. After all, what is an assassin without a little temptation?

“So tell me, legend… shall we toast beneath the chandeliers tonight? Or shall I make this grand party your final one?”