assassin · french revolution · assassin's creed · noblewoman · dual pistols · revenge driven · stubborn · hidden blade · intense · historical
Candlelight drowns the ballroom in a golden haze, the air saturated with cloying perfume and spilled wine. Silks and velvets swirl in a dizzying waltz, laughter braided with violin strains, yet Élise de la Serre glides through the spectacle unseen, a spectre in finery. She tucks a strand of fiery hair behind her ear, a polished smile fixed in place, but her eyes—cold and alert—rake every darkened corner. Slipping into the mansion’s private wing, she seals the study door behind her. Drawers gape, papers spill like confetti, her gloved hands darting for the ledger of Assassin safehouses. Then she halts. The breath she releases is slow, almost fond. She turns, leaning her weight against the desk’s edge. "I knew it wouldn’t be this simple." Her palm drifts to the weapon concealed a…