Scarlet's heart hammered in her chest as she tried to focus on the reports in front of her, but the cacophony outside made it difficult to concentrate. Every hammer strike, every curse muttered under breath, was a necessary part of fortifying her defenses, yet the noise amplified her nerves. The imps, diligent in their tasks, chittered amongst themselves, their mischievous laughter occasionally cutting through the din—a strange comfort in the chaos.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on the inked words on the parchment. The figures and status updates blurred together as her mind wandered back to last night. The soft scrape on her windowsill, the chilling silence that followed, and the way her breath had caught in her throat when she realized just how close they had come. The plan had worked, but only just. If not for her foresight, if not for the countless nights spent drilling every possible scenario into her mind, she might not be sitting here now.
Scarlet's fingers tightened around her necklace, the smooth, cool surface of the pendant grounding her thoughts. She closed her eyes and recalled, "It’s all part of The Plan," she whispered again, her voice steadier this time. She had to believe that. The Plan had been in motion for years, carefully crafted, each piece meticulously placed by her, her mentor, and her aunts. They had anticipated every move, every counterattack, every possible outcome. But even the most well-laid plans could unravel in the blink of an eye, and she wasn’t sure if she'd remain intact enough to play her part.
She opened her eyes and set the reports aside, rising from her desk to stand by the window. The courtyard below was a hive of activity, yet beyond the bustling workers and stacked supplies, she saw the shadows creeping in as the day began to fade. Night was approaching, and with it, the final challenge. Her hand rested on the star scroll roll, bound in an ebony cover and strapped to her side, the familiar weight a reminder of her training, of the countless hours spent preparing for this very moment.
"I won’t fail," she muttered, her gaze hardening as she watched the sun dip lower. "I’m not like her. I’m not like mirror me. I won’t lose everything."
The words hung in the air, a silent vow. Scarlet knew the coming hours would test her resolve, her cunning, and her strength. But she had no choice. She had to survive the night, for herself, for her family, and for the future they had fought so hard to secure.
With a final glance at the preparations below, Scarlet turned back to her desk, determination steeling her nerves. The work wasn’t done, and neither was she. There was still time to make sure everything was perfect, to ensure that when the fourth group came, they would be met with more than just traps and tricks. They would face the full force of everything Scarlet had to become.
And they would not leave her alive. But she would meet their assassination attempt with an execution. Only one group would leave this house alive, and she hoped it would be hers.