The dim light of the oil lamp flickered softly in the quiet dressing room attached to the master suite. Camilla stood in front of a tall mirror, her eyes hollow. She had removed her gown and replaced it with a sleek, tight outfit made of durable black leather and dark cloth. The clothing was designed specifically for stealth and quick movement, allowing her to move silently without making a sound.
She reached down to her thighs. Around each leg, a leather strap held a sheath. She slid two daggers into the holsters. The sound was sharp in the quiet room. She tested the weight of the weapons against her legs, making sure she could bend her knees and run without any discomfort.
Next, she grabbed a black cloak from the back of the chair. She draped it over her shoulders and pulled the dark hood high over her head. The fabric shadowed her face completely, hiding every strand of her hair. Only her eyes were visible in the darkness beneath the hood.
