Zellira smiled, her fangs gleaming. "And I thought you were one of our people Mekoa... you know why they sent me." she whispered, a slight twinge of regret echoing into her voice. She turned to the princess. "I am an royal assassin not a mere murderer. That mark is the symbol used my kind." she snapped, her eyes hard. She lifted her hood showed the girl here eye. In the centre of her dark eyes, in her left eye, was the mark of an assassin. It was stunning silver against her ebony eyes. Zellira turned away. "Did you like my present?" she hissed to Mekoa. She glared at Mekoa, her eyes hard. Her heart was cold but just a tiny voice deep down protested.<span style="font-style: italic">Mekoa was a friend, but now she had to fight her? Why is the world so cruel...</span>Zellira thought. She shook herself and tightened her grip on her knife.