𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

~𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞~

A slow song plays in the background. He places his cold and wretched hands on my waist.
I'm so close to him that I can feel his breath on mine.
He smells.... good. He has a strong fragrance on, however it's nowhere near how arcid Salisbury's was.

Murdering him shan't be tricky. If only I could get him alone.

He seems to be rather interested - his eyes trailing down to my dress, and slowly rising to meet my eyes. Only making the job easier.
Praise the lord.

Halfway through the dance. I almost forget about everything else, the quest, my friends, Elijah, everything and everyone, lost in his eyes.
Until a sound I know all too well snaps me back into reality.
Boom.

The whole room floods into chaos, sobs and screams. I'm still in his hands.
I don't realize that my arm hurts until I try to sit up, putting my whole weight on it. I yelp.
"Your majesty," a swarm of guards walk up to us. "Are you alright?" One of them says
"Yes"
"We need to evacute as fast as we can sir" another one starts talking.
The prince nods and turns to me "Are you hurt?"
"My arm a little."
"Quick let's go"

He scoops me, while making sure not to nudge my wounded arm.

⥞✦⥟

We're led into a room of some sorts, the door is made of steel, and the walls are thicker than usual. The room is huge, but is scarcely furnished. A ton of shelves and cupboards, and 5 stone benches embedded on the floor - I assume these are the beds.
The guards close the door behind us and storm out.

"Let me check your arm"
"It's fine really-" I hiss from the pain as he folds my sleeve up.
"Oh!"
A line of about four inches goes up my left bicep, it's filled with crimson red blood. Fresh blood.
And at the sight of it, all the pain suddenly rushes to me, a surge of anguish burns through me.
I assume he noticed my discomfort as he sayed "it's not that deep, it'll heal fast don't worry" but I can still tell he's trying to hide all the panic.
"How'd you get hurt?" he says as he pours some sort of oinment on a cloth
"I don't know I- I don't remember"
"Look, this is going to hurt a bit, I need you to hold on"
"Uhh" I cry of pain as he carefully rubs the cloth on my arm.
"Sorry dear"
"Stop calling me that!"
He lets out a chuckle, "How about September?"
"Better, but still far away"
After a moment of silence, "what can I call you?" I say in a demanding voice.
"Frederick."
"Not a bad name you know, compared with the crown prince Tyron the III of Kaithdia" while saying his title in a mocking way.
"Are you making fun of my name?" While pretending to be sarcastically hurt.
"Oh yes."

⥞✦⥟

A few minutes pass by, and now I'm on the bed with my arm wrapped.
Now that I've calmed down, I can think clearly about the quest on hand.
I don't think this attack was done by my crew. We're not yet able to produce an attack that's this immense. And we won't sacrifice loads of lives for one either.
But this is the best opportunity I'll ever have to kill him. If I can just secure an escape.
"It's really hot in here, can you open the windows?"
"Oh, uh. Ofcourse"
Yes.
I let him ponder for a few more minutes until I reach for the dagger on my thigh and hold it up to his throat.
But he has very quick reflexes. As soon as I attack he turns me around, gets hold of the dagger and pins me to the wall.
He's surprisingly very calm, that he lets out a laugh.
"I expected you to do this! You really think it's that easy?"
I freeze, scared for whatever my fate brings next.
He searches for my eyes, but I don't give him a chance.
"Let me go!"
He strokes a piece away from my face, and whispers into my ears, sending a shiver down my body, "well sorry to disappoint, September, but it's not"
I finally get the strength to push him away.
I'm annoyed. I failed my one mission. I was trained to do this. To do this under harder conditions. And I have it easy. Yet I failed.

But no.

I won't allow it.

I will sacrifice every thing to murder this man. Even if it takes my life...

Next thing I find myself drawing out a second dagger. This time I strike harder, not giving him a chance to respond. Though he still dodges all my attacks.
He's alot trickier than I thought.

Sweat drips down my forehead after a couple of minutes pass by.
I used to exercise for hours with no rest. But now my arm hurts. I try to avoid the pain, but I can't. It's like a punch in the gut. I can't help but focus on it every now and then.

On the other hand  he's calm. As if this is something he does on the daily. His plasidity is only wood to the fire inside of me. Feeding it until I can't take it no more.
My breath falls heavy, and slowly I start seeing dots form and clog my vision.
Until I thud onto the ground.
He lets out a chuckle.
"Tired?"
"Go to hell"
"Gladly"
He sits on one of the benches. And puts his sword back.
He barely broke a sweat.
"Unlucky for you, we'll be stuck here all night," he says with a smirk "it seems like the attack will drag until tomorrow morning"
God I dispise this man.
The thought of being stuck with him and seeing him smirk again and again itself is torture for me.

My mind cannot wrap around the fact that the man I tried to murder right now is so cool about it. He's not even worried I'll strike anytime.

I sit down at the farthest corner of the room, as far as I can stay away from him.
He doesn't sleep. Neither do I.
Both of us are lost in our thoughts. Not a single word uttered all night long.

I manage to to nap for half an hour roughly before I'm disrupted by loud footsteps.