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He was wrong. He was all wrong. The assumption caused Sen to roll her eyes; clearly he didn’t listen.

“None of that really matters. The less you know the easier it is around here.” She said, offering one more final lecture. And perhaps it was a warning too. Ksenia had a few secrets of her own of course, though those were rare to spill across her lips and rarer still were those that knew “This isn’t some epic the bards will sing about; you assaulted a highborn, I seriously doubt your age will matter.”

Her lips, plump, tugged into a smile. A soft laugh escaped. It was in that moment that the situation became all the more comical to her. Even her harsh words, though truthful, seemed funny to her somehow. Her head bent back, resting against the door that was hidden from the other side. She closed her eyes.

How do I always seem to get myself into these situations? She pondered. Life as a healer would have been all the more easy, and the curtsey she was awarded just for bearing the scar was testament enough to that. But that wasn’t her, that wasn’t her life. She had already accepted this and learned to play the cards that were dealt to her.

“Sen.” She replied, eyes snapping open and settling on the man. “Ksenia, that is.”

A name. What harm could a name do?

Outside she heard some noise; the sound of boots over the drunken crowd. The soldiers were searching the bar. Her finger rose, pressing to her lips in a sign for silence. Still, the crowd seemed to pay the guards no heed. She knew they were safe.