The Assassin And The King [Completed]

|Chapter Seven : Hot And Bothered|

The first person I killed,

Was also the first person I loved.

It had felt so oddly comforting-relieving-when I had plunged that dagger into his heart as he looked up at me with terror filled grey eyes.

In that moment, it was as if he regretted breaking my heart, regretted seducing my friend and regretted cheating on me.

But nothing had fazed me. Nothing had stopped me from killing him. Not even that crazy voice in the back of my mind that had uttered it was wrong, what I was doing. That I could sort it out some other way.

But I was far gone then.

Being brought up in the creed among a bunch of the kingdom's most lethal assasins had made one thing etch in my every single vein.

Rule 3 : If something doesn't feel alright. If there is any hurdle in your path. If you think someone might be for no good in the end.

Then do one single thing :

Kill.

Clear them out.

And I had did that then.

But as I stand in front of the raven-head engraved cherry wood door of the High King, I contemplate whether I should really go for the kill or be a sensible person for once and wait till the right time comes.

My first day as Valerian Kingston's guard should've begin as any other, except it didn't.

I had woken up to receive my uniform-a royal blue velvet tunic with gold patterns on it, dark jeans and a knee-length black leather boots-and a note stating to show up at the dining room for breakfast.

Although that wasn't it.

There was another smaller note attached to the prior one asking me to receive the king himself from his room before heading down.

So, here I am.

Sighing at my obvious bad luck, I lift my hand to knock. Just before my knuckles could connect with the wooden surface,

"Come in." A deep voice says from the other side of the door and there's no mistaking whose voice it is.

As I twist the knob, I realise the door is opened and get in wondering whether I really should do this or opt the better option and slaughter.

Nevertheless, when my feet takes a step into the confines of the king's vast room, my nose instantly catches that maddening scent of black orchid and charcoal.

But the king himself is nowhere to be seen.

"Julian, could you get me the towel from the hanger?" Valerian's voice follows from the side occupying the other half of the room.

The side where the bath is.

I freeze when the realisation of where he is and what he might be doing settles in.

I stand dumbstruck in the middle of the vast space, processing what to do.

Should I just give him the towel? Or better yet, run out of here?

The second option seemed like the better choice but before I know, I'm grabbing the black towel from the leaf-less tree stand next to the closet and ushering over towards the bath.

I shut my eyes for precaution and saunter over to the entrance holding the towel between the open gap through the door and it's frame from where warm steam brushes my skin.

"Miss Winchester." Valerian adresses.

He came to know it's me by looking at my hand? How bizarre is that.