Fallon Crow, a strong-headed powerful assassin, who wants revenge. Also known as the bastard child of a lord.
Raze Aeden, the king of a country he never wanted, a general, a fighter. Also known as a selfish son of a bitch.
What happens when these t...
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( POV: FALLON CROW )
White or green?
I don't have much time to decide.
White or green...
Fuck. I am nowhere near in the mood for fake smiling in front of some idiotic interviewer.
Oh yeah, Laurent said we're getting interviewed as well as us just announcing a few things.
Obviously, it's not something big but the people haven't heard from their king in a while. They're anxious and worried. I don't blame them but why do I have to be with him?
I'm not in the mood. Not after that fucking traitor I used to call my friend left. Well, technically I threw him out but yeah.
Being sad or hurt about this is something I can't afford to be. The realization that even he would betray me hit me hard. If he did it, everyone could. And I don't trust anyone.
"Do you need my help?" Kenna asks.
"No," I'm quick to reply. I don't want or need anybody's hands on me. It's been this way the whole day, I'm too nervous. I'm nauseous from this nagging feeling that something bad is going to happen.
Something worse than Arryn's betrayal.
"How about mine?" I hear Sorin's voice as he steps into the room and politely tells Kenna to leave us alone.
I seat myself on top of the table when I look at Sorin I notice he's wearing a dark blue uniform with the raven insignia.
"I see you've upgraded to a defas, huh?"
A Defas is one of the highest ranks one can get in the military. Raze doesn't have this title since he was the son of a king, he has enough recognition and respect.
"Oh no, it's for show. If people see you being protected by anyone less than a defas, it would be scandalous," he chuckles.
"You deserve the title. Without you, there probably wouldn't be a king anymore."
He nods, "that's fair."
Cocky asshole.
"Now tell me why you're analyzing these dresses as if they have the answer to eternal youth?"
I chuckle softly, he always manages to boost my mood.
"I don't feel like doing this. Pretending again, marrying him. It doesn't feel right."
Sorin walks towards me and settles right next to me on top of the table. Both our feet dangling from the high surface.
I'm practically naked, there's only a towel keeping me from exposing everything. Yet, I don't feel vulnerable at all and Sorin doesn't even look at me any differently.
