Poison is a girl's best friend
Morals were for the weak, those who needed comfort of the soul. Berenene had no use for high morals; she never would have become Empress if she had played by those rules. She thumbed through the new information carefully, more sure than ever that she wanted her cousin and friends within her grasp.
A feral grin crossed her lips, rising from her desk with not the slightest rustle. Smoothing the red silk of her gown, she called for her maid and riding habit. It was time to pay a visit to an apocathary, one whom she was very well acquainted.
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One hundred words exactly, without the title. Written to prove that, yes, I am indeed alive, and to further my skills, as I am sorely lacking them once more. .
Anyhow, not my best work, but I still like the implications. :)
R&R, if you would be so kind.