The moonlight, breaking through the stained glass window, drew bizarre patterns on the floor. The night was quiet and calm, a light breeze penetrated through the slightly open window sashes, dispersing the summer stuffiness that had settled in the room. The peace of this quiet moment was broken by the faint creaking of the window, the sashes of which opened a little further, and a slender figure appeared on the windowsill. The killer froze, listening. No clatter of the guards' armor, no creaking of the floorboards - only even breathing coming from somewhere on the bed. He turned his head, and his empty eye sockets rested on the sleeping figure. The princess. The heiress to the throne of the kingdom of Nocteris, the same one whose portrait he saw on the walls of the throne room during his last "visit" to the royal palace. Only now she was without a crown and a heavy multi-layered dress, without guards... Defenseless. A slight grin appeared on Killer's face and he silently approached the bed, not taking his eyes off the sleeping princess. Beautiful and peaceful, she resembled an unearthly creature in the weak moonlight penetrating through the windows. "What an honor, Your Highness," Killer exhaled in a mocking, barely audible whisper, leaning a little closer to the sleeping girl and narrowing his dark eye sockets. "Perhaps I have found the most valuable treasure of this country." Killer's hand reached out to the princess, intending to touch her hair.