REXANNA
Rome wasn't built in a day.
Once again, she sets out in her best attire – to look good for the Crown, to make a nice impression, to prove to Zariah that she can hold up her end of the bargain. But yet, her feet take her back to the Labyrinth, a place where she had met that Assassin named Kalt once upon a time. She doesn’t know what she’ll find yet, but she wonders about what she might find, wonders if perhaps she’ll get lost in the forest and disappear for the rest of the day only to be spit back out later. She doesn’t worry about it, though. Somehow, figuring that it’ll all work out in the end.But then she hears an exclamation coming from the forest as she dwells by the entrance. She’s not wearing her skirts, but she is wearing a nice set of dark boots and dark pants that hug her curves – a fitted corset ringed with gold fits her torso, leaving her shoulders and neck open and pale to the light that filters from the sky. A perfect attire for getting lost in the maze, one would think.
And so she enters, spinning around and getting lost a number of times before she finds the man that spoke, and she lets her sapphire gaze linger on him briefly before lifting a hand to capture his attention. “Need some help?” She questions, head tilting as her dark hair sweeps over her shoulder.
But it burned in one.
