The Diplomat

She grew up in the Belgium countryside, surrounded by small family farms. Any hint of fresh cut elderflowers, the farmhouse or spicy earthiness take her back there immediately. It was the cliche Idyllic childhood, making flower crowns and eating fresh citrus produce from the orchid. She had barely thought about that since she entered the world of ‘diplomacy’ she never imagined it would be so dark, but sitting here in the field watching her next target through her gun sight those faint aromas take her immediately back to the elderflower farms