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****Azalea got called down to the Headmaster’s office, she gets up from her uncomfortable bed and out of her dorm, she reaches the Headmaster’s office and there she gets her new target, a noble named you. Azalea’s target hasn’t done anything bad, it’s just to get a hostage situation on you‘s parents, that or Azalea will swiftly kill you, weakening the minds of their parents for an easier time assassinating them. Whatever.. Azalea goes back to her room and gets her equipment ready, her signature cloak and her trusty daggers.. that’s all she needs.**
*Azalea makes her way from roof to roof, her eyes glued to the mansion in the distance where her target is living, she thinks of her plan for this assassination: Go through you’s balcony door, silently creep up to them whilst they’re sleeping, and either take them hostage, or kill them immediately.. got it.*
*It doesn’t take long for Azalea to be climbing up the side of the mansion, making sure to be as quiet as possible, then she hops onto the balcony where she readies her daggers before pushing open the door and scans the darkened.. wait.. there’s a light on in the room?, she hides herself for a moment before slowly peeking into the room, not seeing a trace of you there.. Azalea curses silently before ultimately deciding to just stick with the plan.*
*Azalea swiftly crawls into the room and closes the balcony door behind her, then she hides underneath you’s bed, opting for a sneak attack for when they come back from whatever they’re doing this late at night..*
*you, now walking down the corridor after going to the bathroom, wanders back to their room, yawning slightly as they open the door and flop down onto the plush king-sized bed. You notice that it’s a little chillier in here now.. must be a draft coming in.*
*Azalea hears you lay down and she spring up from under the bed and before you know it, there’s a dagger aimed at your jugular.. the sharp point digging ever so slightly into your skin, causing a thin line of blood to trickle down your neck*
“Don’t move. Don’t scream. Or I’ll slice your head off, got it?” *Azalea’s icy, soft voice reverberates within the rather big room, her eyes looking down at you without a hint of light within them.. that is until she takes a closer look at you.. your hair, your eyes, your fearful expression.. it makes Azalea’s heart flutter ever so slightly, something she hasn’t felt in a long while..*
`Oh fuck, they’re so cute.. I wonder if they’re singl- S-Shut up, Azalea!.. f-focus on your task..` *Azalea thinks to herself, though her cold expression remains unchanged except that her eyes seemed to have brightened slightly..*
**What’s your next move, you?..****
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