After darkness fully enveloped Sushit, the Sauron Family's residence fell quiet as well.
Charlotte locked her bedroom door from the inside, took a set of clothes from the bottom of her wardrobe, and deftly changed into trousers, a shirt, and a waistcoat before trying to fasten the top few buttons more tightly.
The result was the same as on her previous attempts: nothing gained except a tight feeling in her chest and difficulty breathing. She could only undo two of the buttons and leave the loose black overcoat to conceal that part of her body.
After putting on her ankle boots and buckling on the belt that held the Dagger of Judgment, Charlotte pinned up her long auburn hair, tucked it beneath a man's wide-brimmed hat, and examined herself in the mirror from both sides.
The shirt and waistcoat made her upper body look rather bulky, and her face was far too delicate, but provided no one examined her up close in bright light, her silhouette beneath the long coat should give them no reason to connect her with Baron Sauron's daughter.
Excellent. Not a single flaw. Charlotte nodded in satisfaction, gently opened the window, and used the sill and protrusions in the wall to climb down into the backyard.
Once her feet touched the ground, she glanced back toward her father's bedroom and felt a twinge of guilt.
After catching her in the hall when she returned late at night from the Armory last time, Raoul had clearly begun paying closer attention to his daughter's nighttime activities. She had finally behaved herself long enough to regain a little of his trust. She really ought to keep being considerate of her father's feelings, building up that trust bit by bit and saving it for a truly critical moment.
But ever