The neatly dressed little loli sat in her own room, with a nightingale-like bird calling by her side.
It was conveying His Majesty's intentions.
She pulled open a drawer, where a dagger inlaid with a crimson gemstone lay quietly. When she drew it out, she saw her own youthful face reflected on its surface.
Holding the dagger, she slowly walked out the door, passed through the silent corridor, stepped over the scarlet carpet, and as she ascended the staircase, she heard the sound of something dragging on the ground.
Following the staircase, she saw the door of the innermost room wide open, with someone collapsed inside. Even in the perpetual darkness of the polar night, she could make out the blood spots scattered on the floor by the faint light.
She approached slowly, the ruby on the dagger gleaming, and as she walked down the corridor, her palace dress sweeping the floor, the friction sounded clearly in the quiet night.
