Selin Hizli

I have been in and out of the secret door through the wardrobe enough times now to manage the mechanics of it by myself.

I step through and slide the door back into place behind me.

Then, as I often do, I linger in the wardrobe for a time, listening with my ear to the wood to find out who the next visitor will be.

The Cardinal has trained me too well.

I am always gathering information.

I never stop being a spy.

This letter written by a lady was meant for him.

He did not deserve to receive it.

Put it on the fire for me, would you?

Back at my apartment in the middle of the night, I throw the bottle at the wall in my rage and wake all the dogs in the street.

The cardinal has murdered Laurent.

One, I will kill the duplicitous, betraying devil called Richelieu.

And two, I will never drink his wine.

I lie awake, planning until dawn.

I am his equal.

I am ready.

And when I make a promise to myself, I always keep it.