What is a Traitor?
It was a cold day, another cold day in a month of cold days. The only difference between this cold and the previous freezing was the fact that I had to be outside in it. Of course, the rain made it seem more intemperate, but that was just because I was soaked and it was windy.
Complaints about the weather aside, it really was a nice evening to have a stroll or plot to kill your prince. I may look like your every day, run-of-the-mill noble's daughter, but I had a nice little stash of poison in my pocket and a dagger up my sleeve. A girl has to have some entertainment, and those stiff noblemen sure didn't provide any. Some of the nobles did offer amusement, but that was mostly through my daydreams of showing them how "dainty" I was by besting them in a duel.
Back to the subject at hand, I was seriously considering killing the royal heir. It wasn't anything personal, of course, simply a matter of differing principles. You see, he believed that he was a better king alive