บท 412: Honor

Small beads of rain fell overhead, slowly turning into a downpour that left her soaked, Her breeches sticking to what Tasha often called her sinuous hips and thighs. A small complement that would surely make her smile, but not today. Today, she wanted to feel sad. 

She had taken too many lives, all rightfully taken, but some that were surely innocent. Regardless, she couldn't take the chance. Not when it concerned her Master. Were he to ever be slain, she shivered at the thought all that he worked for would be over. Her honor would be stained, and a life without honor is hardly a life worth living. 

Honor? She wondered when she started caring about such things. Raven could still remember when words such as honor perturb her. She couldn't understand it. At least not then. She did now.