ONE HUNDRED TWELVE: Stop Waiting

"Proceed!" 

It was the signal to commence with the execution.

To be a foreign hostage princess carrying out the sentence of one of the empire's criminals, Kel was certain there would be much discontent among the emperor's men. 

She quickly scanned some of the knights standing in the background, but if they were upset about the outsider doing such an important job, it didn't show on their faces. 

It was a relief, at least, that she didn't have to worry about open hostility from the Serins, seeing as she was about to bring the hatred of the Subterrans upon herself.

Her hands trembled as she gripped the midnight black hilt even more tightly.

After all, she was just what she'd thought of moments ago.

An outsider.

An imposter, standing between people who thought she was a princess and people who thought she was their long-awaited hero.