We arrive at the ice court and I swallow hard looking up at the hugeness of it. Our task suddenly seems impossible. Karlan let's out a whistle "now this is a castle" it is pretty impressive, if you hadn't seen the Grand Palace before. I let out a very dramatic sigh and wrap my fur cloak around me. Darla links arms with me and we head up to the entrance "we haven't been to a party together since...." She starts reminiscing about my time in Os Alta until she remembers what happened after the said party and I wince "yeah hopefully this one will be more successful" she nods her head but doesn't know I'm secretly praying to all the Saints that this job works. I really need it to work.

We enter the party, people all around us talking and catching up with old friends. Looking around I ask "is it just me or are we the youngest ones here?" Darla and I share a look as her brother says "it's ok, just means they won't pay that much attention to us" I look around for a clock and bite my lip when I see the time. I need to try to make my way to the prison, otherwise Kaz will string me up by my toes over the canal.

My friend notices my look and squeezes my hand "what do you need?" She whispers and I look at her leaning closer "a distraction" she nods a smirk plastered on her face. Darla leaves me and saunters over to a table but on her way there she trips and manages to smash a few glasses and glass trays, Fjerdan men go over to help her, cuts bleeding on her forearm and she blushes pink embarrassment. "Oh I am so clumsy" she says in a heavy Ravkan accent as a man helps her up, she chances a look at me and gives a subtle nod which I return before slipping out and heading towards the prison sector.

On my way there a voice sounds from ahead of me "madam what are you doing here?", in front of my is a Fjerdan solider, serious looking and with a gun. I plaster a fake frown on my face and look around confused "is this not the way to the bathroom?" I ask simply, batting my eyelashes at him. The man seems to panic slight before saying "no this is the prison sector" I look around again, confirming my confusion and I scratch my head "I could have sworn he said it was this way" I speak to myself. The guard steps forward and offers "let me show you the way madam" i curtsy making sure to blush innocently "thank you sir you are ever so kind"

Half way down the hall I swipe the guards feet from under him, grab his gun while he is caught unawares and hit him on the head with it. No need to spill unnecessary blood. Checking the hall is clear I find an empty room to store him in and continue my way to the prison.

It is a dreary place, the guards in their office not paying much attention and I take that as my cue to slip through a metal door and into a stairwell. The basement, that's where I need to go. I start making my way downstairs and on the way I hear footsteps. For Saints sake why can't I catch a break? But when I look it is just my crew. Letting out a tense breath I reveal myself to them and Nina stops, looks me up and down and whistles "don't you look dashing" she says and I smile "how's it going?" I ask ignoring the compliment. My dress is beautiful (media) although difficult to be useful.

She shrugs flicking her dark hair over her shoulder "could be better, I don't think we need you" I look around wringing my wrists "are you sure?" I ask and Nina nods her head "yeah go, I'll see you in the party" she sends me a wink and disappears down the stairs. I really left the party for no reason, I'm going to kill Brekker.

I make my way back to the party and see Darla laughing with a Zemeni delegate and Karlan is standing by himself. I go over to the male and he acknowledges me with a nod "where did you get the necklace?" He asks after a second and I look down at it smiling fondly "a friend got it for me" i answer my hand clutching it and I'm transported somewhere else.

I see Kaz and Matthias, guards uniform on making their way across the bridge that connects the prison sector to this one. Everything went smoothly then. I have to admit, Kaz doesn't look too bad in a Druskellë uniform.

Suddenly I am back on the ballroom, Karlan is clutching my elbow, steadying me. He looks at me with concern "Salem are you ok?" He asks and I nod my head balancing myself again, I look around nervously for anyone else I recognise before I ask "would you like the dance?" The other Grisha goes entirely red but nods his head offering my his hand. I take it and we head out onto the floor.