Girl of Blades and Blood

Ava

My knees hurt

No, seriously. I've been kneeling (Ha, ha, got the joke?) for more than thirty minutes. Your Majesty, also known as King-pain-in-the-tail, stared grumpily at a scroll that a scribe held in front of him. Like, way in front of him. Did he have bad eye sight? Or just liked to read like that. I silently muttered insults at him as my knees began to shake and give away. A lose strand of caramel hair fell into my face, making me scowl at both the King and the strand. Blowing hard upward with my mouth, it seemed to flop back into place indignity. That is, if hair could act indigent.

To late, I figured out my mistake of blowing to hard. The King glanced at me and I swear I could see his eyes show a bit of rage. My face flushed with embarrassment. He waved away the scribe, as the scribe did back away he stared daggers at me. Yesh, sensitive much? Your Majesty gestured for me to rise, and I did so. With shaky knees and me almost falling back with a grunt. Luckily , I managed to catch my balance and stay up right and stare straight ahead. The Kings cold brown eyes (Almost black which was creepy) studied me and my clothes. Suppose I have to describe myself now? Great, just great. Waste my time. Fine. I wore the simple clothes of an old messenger; All brown. Brown shirt, brown pants, brown boots, brown socks (Yes, I had that on), and a brown jacket. My hair, finally, wasn't brown but a caramel color that I explained earlier. It was tied loosely into a ponytail with a few extra pieces. (Cough, Bob, cough. Yes, I named him Bob. All annoying things needed a name.)

"Sate your business and your name, slave." Aw, the poor thing thought I was a slave! How cute. I suppressed a grin and bowed. 

"My name is Kendra Roves of Andrea por favor." I could tell he was confused at the last two words. I giggle threaten to over come me as he excepted the name. (So not my name and where I was from.) His blonde hair was cut short and smoothed back so his 'master piece' could be placed on top. The King wore the usual; A bath robe with a sweat bringer on top. (Aka: Kingly dress and cape.) Footsteps told me that someone was coming up behind the King. I frowned. Did Master really send someone to kill the King while I was here? How rude. That would mean deaths for two people. Not that I didn't take pleasure in it. He must have seen my displeasure on me face and turned around to talk to the person. They had a quiet argument for less than three minutes before the King turned back to me.

"This is my one and only son, Prince Kaydence. Prince Kaydence, this is Kendra Roves of the messengers." The King introduced his son, which, in my opinion, was a weird because I had just gotten here and most Kings were protective of the heir. I was a little taken back when Kaydence stepped out of the shadows. He had short light brown hair with blazing blue eyes that looked like the sky when the sun was out. He had that look of innocence that had not seen someone fall dead in front of him. Kaydence wore a green shirt with brown shorts. His arm draped protectively over a sword that looked like it was falling off his waste. He looked about my age, close to sixteen but not yet sixteen. In my opinion again, he needed to get out of my sight before I was to distracted to take on my mission. Kaydence seemed to be doing the same to me, studying me and the way a stood. From the way he stood, he wasn't very fast with a sword. He doubted himself more than anyone, poor thing. ( I was tempted to make mom faces at him)

"Well?" The king snapped, taking my eyes away from the young prince and on to his. "What is the bloody message?" 

I finally let myself sag down, only it wasn't the way the King and his son might think. "I have come to tell you that one of our spy's from the east over heard that there is an assassination planning. This is your death, Your Majesty." I bowed my head in fake sadness and grinned. Oh how wonderful it felt to play with my prey. I would have to take extra payment for this one. I made sure I was in check of my emotions and pinched myself to make my eyes tear up. I looked up and fell down in pretense pain and wailed when I made my foot go the wrong my. (No, not really. I made it look like the wrong way. Fools.)