what doesn't kill you....

amita suman. cis female. she/her. ― is that alliah desaii saw during this years first ball of the season? the 22 year old is avoiding finding a suiter but is enticed by the social season. They are known to be clever, but also lonely, but focus on the positives when finding their chosen one.

he was on his way home, his hands had been shoved deep into his pockets as he continued forward. it had been a long day and he had gathered a few things for his princess and it was time to relax for the rest of the evening. he didn’t even notice the person in front of him at first until she turned around and made herself known. “i think i’ll be able to take care of myself,” he stated with a small smile, “thank you for the concern though.”

alliah shrugged  ❝suit yourself.❞ she paused  ❝do you often travel by yourself at night?❞ she did not want to judge him, but hardly anyone out at night ever had a good reason. she very much counted herself in that group. after all, she was getting familiar with london, so when she was sent her instructions, she would be able to carry out her mission. however, she was not scared. she was a trained killer, and anything that came across her way, she was able to handle.  

𝐒he had been looking for answers ever since her sister’s death and it wasn’t the people she met by day that could provide her with the information she needed . ilayda knew that she wasn’t supposed to be out this late , nor was she supposed to be dressed up in men’s clothing and roam around dark alleys . however, the darkness clothed her in a veil of false safety and even when someone talked to her , she did not feel as if she needed to be scared. Instead it was rather the feeling of being disturbed , inconvenienced even . “ i see no reason why I should not be outside .” she answered, her head still turned away as she attempted to speak in a lower tone, hoping that her true identity would not be revealed . “ unless you plan to rob me .” 

alliah looked at the women ❝it is dangerous at night,❞ she began ❝you never know what lurks around every corner❞ alliah was used to living on the streets, and for the most part, no one ever saw her. however she hadn’t been laying as low as she usually did, other wise this women would not have snuck up on her.  ❝i am not a thief, however there are worse things than being robbed❞ she flashed to her time in india, and other places she traveled for her job. she did not want to scare the women, after all, it shouldn’t be like that, but she was also not someone who would let an innocent get hurt. no one had helped her, but she couldn’t just stand by and let things like that happened. 

alliah had entered the hastings house through a window. she had been asked to meet the duke of Hastings here. she had come across simon basset when he was traveling, and she had helped him. he had become something of a friend, and she offered to find out which mothers would be the most “cunning” so he could avoid them. she was in the shadows waiting for him. ❝hello your grace❞