Blood trickled down the point of her stick. Her eyes closed as her body began to relax. She could still hear the scream of plea echo in her head, but she wasn't guilty, oh no, she was smiling. Minervia was smiling. Genuinely smiling. Do you have any idea how rare that is?

"Hey, what's going on back there?" Minervia immediately snapped back. "Shit." She whispered as she bolted to her feet, grabbing the diamond necklace around the noble Bosmer's neck. She had got ton so caught up in killing him she had forgotten why she was there in the first place.

Her fingers tightened the hood around her head as she began to sprint away from the corpse. Her heart pounded in her chest. Did she always know that she was a killer? She hated people in general so it's not like it was a surprise that she enjoyed ending one. Still, it was a little scary how enjoyable it was, watching her scream in pain as blood dripped from her mouth and chest. Starring into the woman's eyes as they filled with tears from the pain, rain dappling her cheeks. Watching her face go blank and body completely flop in an awkward position. It was all so satisfying.

"Where have you been?" Minervia's mother boomed at her. Minervia gave her a confused look. "Didn't father tell you? I went to the market to buy some jewelry," Minervia dove into her pocket and pulled up the golden chain. "When it started to rain and I slipped in the mud and cut my leg."

Dondra stared at her daughter in disgust. "WELL, STOP BLEEDING ON THE FERNS AND GO PUT A BLOODY BANDAGE ON IT THEN!" She shrieked, just as Aronloss stepped outside. "I'm pretty sure her leg is already bloody, mum." He stated with a smirk. Minervia scoffed and pushed him aside as she opened the front door.

"You know damn well that not what I mean, you ungrateful brat."

Minervia slammed the door just as an argument began to break out and headed to the chamber pot room. She poured herself a bowl of warm water from the pitcher and began to soak her hands.

"Can I help you milady?" A short, plump, maid asked. "Yes, fetch me a piece of fruit from the orchard, I'm hungry." She ordered. "What kind?"

"Surprise me."

The maid nodded and scurried away. Pathetic. She could've asked her to not make a mess in the room she just cleaned, to be careful; to ask her why she needed a bandage and her clothes were stained with blood. The maids are pathetic, all of them. They didn't care if she lived or died, and that's what they were paid to do, weren't they? To fill the gap left by neglect and abuse from her parents.

Didn't matter, Minervia was alone all the same. She had always been alone. Sure, she talked to her parent's friend's children, but they were all the same. Perfecting the same stupid act she had perfected and secretly wanting to kill them all. Either that, or it wasn't an act, they were just that obnoxious.

"Minervia, dear! There's someone at the door who would like to speak to you!" Dondra sang up the stairs. "One minute!" Minervia echoed back as she bolted to her wardrobe.

"You, maid!" She hollered at a female servant passing by. "Help me get my dress on." She instructed. The maid nodded and began untie the lace of the deep green dress Minervia had picked out. Her cloak fell to the floor along with her muddied dress that was covered in blood.

"Miss, I don't believe I see I a cut-" "Are you calling me a liar?" Minervia challenged. "N-No, miss." She stuttered as she lifted the dress over Minervia's head and began to lace it up in the back.

"Put my hair in a bun while you're at it."

"Of course, miss."

Minervia pranced down the stairs on the tips of her toes to make as little noise as possible. It had taken longer than she expected, but her parents would never forgive her if she came down like she was.

"Sorry that took so long, my maid forgot where she put my perfume. Speaking of which, it's about time for me to get a new maid, father." Minervia plopped down on the sofa beside her brother. "What did I miss?"

A tall Bosmer (yes, there is such a thing as a tall Bosmer) glared at her. "I believe you know why I'm here." He started, eyes locking in Minervia's who returned his icy glare.

"I believe I don't. Would you care to enlighten me on why the captain of the royal guard is in my house?" Minervia asked with a small smile. Little innocent, Minervia. The Wood Elf that was destined to be rich. Ha. Minervia knew that she was far from innocent and had no intent of taking up her family name.

"The cousin of King Hidellith was murdered this afternoon. He was half Bosmer and was robbed of some of the valuables on his person. Your mother tells me you acquired similar ones today at the marketplace. Mind if I take a look?"

Minervia stared at him in astonishment. "You think it was me? You think that the daughter of a noble, one who is very close with the King's family, would lack the brains and heart to kill one of their fellow nobles, who is also close to the King and still his valuables even though it's quite clear that I can have anything I want at home?" She scoffed and went to her feet. The captain grabbed her by the wrist.

"What are you doing? Don't touch me!" Minervia's heart pounded into her chest. She had not convinced him, he was not Altmer and would not be fooled so easily. It was the Bosmer who were more cunning and devious. He could see right through her.

"I don't believe you had a reason other than for fun, to let out all the anger you so clearly have. You may act so high and mighty but I truly pity you."

"FATHER!" Minervia screeched as the captain threw himself on top of her and pinned her to the ground. Pain seared in her body as his weight began to crush her.

"FATHER!" She cried louder. Tears were running down her face now. She looked up and saw her father's face in disgust.

"You should have done your dirty work more quietly." He whispered.

"Get off her!" Aronloss bellowed as he tried to push the man off, only to be struck in the face. "Aron…" Minervia whimpered as the captain began to drag her out the door. Is that all her father would amount to? A killer? A corrupt Politian? No, Minervia was more, she had to be. She wouldn't just sit around making money off other's misfortune. She would get off her lazy ass and go help people.

"Is that the killer?"

"She doesn't look like much."

"I heard she killed him with nothing but a stick."

"I'd like to stick her."

Darkness. All it took was one blow to the head and now…

She was gone.