battles of love

ch.1 entering

warning blood and some gore and a description of it, not a lot.

I'm covered in blood, head to toe. Nothing but my eyes are safe. The redness is starting to stick to my skin. I can feel the palace guards staring at me as I walk towards the throne/ballroom. The king has requested I come like this, good thing I was already in the process of killing one of his enemies.

My hair sticks to my head because of the combination of blood and sweat. I pick up my pace a bit, I have other plans after this and don't exactly want to be late. As I get to the doors leading to the room, I finally put on my heels, that are grey like my outfit, I put them on and walk in.

The doors open with a boom. The nobles go silent as they turn to look at me, one going as far to drop their goblet of wine. They make a path down the middle for me to walk done to king Tiberious.

My heels echo on the marble floor, and with each step closer to the king many of the nobles flush. There is one man in the second row, who is smirking and I wink at him.

As I get to the bottom of the steps that lead to the king I state:" Malachite is dead."

The nobles all gasp and take a step back. Most of them are, well now were, allies to him.

He was cute, to bad the king is my highest payer.

His screams were delightful, though they would have been better if they were Robyns. What I would do if I got the chance to kill him. He took part of my business from me, what an asshole.

He is the person I have plans with later, I'm going to finally kill him, once and for all. I've tried before, it didn't work, but now I'm prepared.

"Did you get the information I wanted," Tiberious asks?

"I have it written down in the dungeon, and on the top of my head if you would like it now," I say, smiling to scare a woman hiding behind her husband, it worked.

"I'll take the report later, may I ask how you got it out of him," the king asks, looking as if he doesn't really want to know. He sent me after Malachite to make a statement, but this scares him deep down.

"I hung him from the ceiling by his ankles, and cut off his fingers one by one until I got what you wanted," I say, selling my performance by looking down shyly.

When I look back up the king is completely flushed and has a look of fear all over his face. I don't understand why, it's one of the more "civil" forms of torture.

"Very, well," he says waving a hand dissmissively.

I smirk at the crowd as I walk back out, and I don't stop until I'm down the hall. I keep my heels on until I reach the dungeon, my dungeon.

I've worked for the king many times, and he prefers me to do his work in this dungeon, so that way it looks like I work entirely for him, which I don't. I don't even belong to this kingdom, I'm from far across the horizon.

Malachite's still hanging there, so I decide to take his body out of here before it can start to decay. Gross.

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The bath is getting cold and is starting to stain from the blood. I get out and change into a black tunic and pants. I put my hair in a braid and leave my dungeon in a hurry, I'm going to be late.

My horse is already at the gate for me eating some hay. I pat her on the stomach, and she stops eating to let me on. I jump on, and pulls the reins gently to the direction I want. She catches on and starts to move that way.

We soon pick up speed and are in the forest in no time. the sun is starting to set and the moon is starting to rise bringing along a couple stars.

Robyns cottage is between the Malato river and The Citress forest, me being in the Citress forest. His cottage is one floor but very wide, made of fine wood and surrounded by many beautiful plants. It used to be his family home, but according to record they all died of a terrible snow storm back when we were both still young. Very tragic, but hey, after that is when he started to be an assassin, so now I have an opponent. Some one to compete for the top spot.

I will obviously win, right.

I mean I'm stealthy and nimble, not to brag, and have great reflexes and well paying costomers, I'm sure to win.

His cottage comes into view, and in the puple-ish sky light it looks unreal. He sits in a chair in his garden looking at the sky, his darks brown hair falling out of his face and hanging like a painting. If I didn't hate him I'd say he looked attractive, but nope.

I jump of leanne, my horse, and land smoothly and silently. There are plenty of traps on the path, waiting for me or others. Twigs that I almost step on are on the ground.

I am on the side of the house when he speaks.

"What a lovely evening for an attack at any moment," He smirks, and gives a glance in my direction. I tuck myself behind a bush uselesly. He turns his gaze back to the sky. I sneak up behind him and give him a round house kick to the head.

He hits the ground hard, and I move forward. He has to be at least in a bit of a daze after that. I grab one of my knives from my pocket and put it to his throat. He grabs my wrist and pulls me to the ground.

He gets on top of me and holds my hands above his head. "Fighting a man without weapons with weapons where is your honor," He teases in my ear. I growl in response and lift my knee as fast and hard as I can to his torso.

He topples over and lifts his hand over his head as I stradle his waist and try to punch him.

Robyn deflects my punch and again tries to grab my wrists. I move my knees to his fore arms and pin them down, making me stradle his kneck.

"I would absolutley love this position in bed," he smirks.

"Shut up and let me kill you all ready," I smile back, hatefully.

He uses his strength to push my over and onto my back again. I go in to punch him again, but he grabs my arms and pins them down.

"Is this all you know how to do," I ask, clearly annoyed.

"I'm practicing," He smirks.

My only defense is a choke hold with my legs. A ju-jitsu move I learned on a "trip" with an archduke. I move my legs to his shoulders and wrap them around his head and sqeeze.

"Again, this would be perfect if we were inside right now on my bed," He says, straining his voice.

"You perverted freak," I shout at him and sqeeze harder. He collapses to the side with his eyes closed, I let go and move out from under him. I lay there on my back for only a second before he moves to hit me.

"What the hell? Why can't you just stay dead," I complain, and roll away. I get up and so does he.

I go in for a punch and he dodges to the side, he tries to punch me and I duck trying to trip him. He jumps over my leg and I get up again. He does a double kick, missing the first one but landing one to my side. I go to kick him in the side as well, he dodges so I try a round house to the head again.

I land it and he falls.

I crouch and put a finger under his nose to make sure he isn't breathing. There is nothing, I stand up and kick him in the stomach, no reation.

Finally, it's been years since we met, and I finally successfully killed him.

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I walk to the dining hall for breakfast, having a bad feeling in my stomach. It's probably just hunger.

I feel like I'm missing something though, like some thing happened. And it's because of me.

I smile as I enter and move to my seat across from the prince. "Goodmorning," I say, cheerfully.

Suddenly, the door bursts open, and guess who it is....Robyn.

"What a delightful morning," He says, waving.