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The Black Rose. Once, the dread assassin's name was whispered through the streets of three kingdoms. Her victims never saw her coming, and she never showed mercy. Until she fell in love with the prince she was hired to kill. Now, years later, the Black Rose slips on her old leathers and sharpens her knives. She will stalk the night again. .Unless the prince has his way. This short story is 12, 000 words long.
It is also available in Not Your Heroine, a fantasy short story collection.
