An Idyllic Dystopia

The Jester Who Had No Jams

The assassin rummaged through his wardrobe. The contractor had given him a second chance despite him not wanting it, until he offered a better reward. A reward that renewed his vigour to kill, not one, but two people, whom he had never met in his life. He didn't care enough for their lives if his reward was the fruit their blood would reap.

However, he now had to track the princess and the prince down, and would have to finish his work without a witness.

He sat down on his bed. His eyes could not help but move towards the weapon the contractor had given to him yet again, propped against the wall, hilt up. 

It was simply so...arresting.

Of course, he could always tag along with the troops the King would sooner or later send out. But he figured that would be too much of a risk.

He had wiped the sword carefully, despite it being clean by virtue of being forged mere hours ago.

He would have to get to them before they did, if he wanted to be clear of any suspicions that could arise.

Oh well, he had always loved the crime novels over the romance ones.

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The princess couldn't sleep that entire night. She was not sure whether it was because of the uncomfortable position she had adopted, beside Jin on the counter, or if it was due to the pendant he wore. Jin seemed to be rather comfortable as he snored loudly, and so it was decided that it was the latter.

She had gotten up from there and had settled down beside the window when the sun had risen. It had to be the prettiest sunrise she had ever witnessed.

The beginning of a dawn as viewed from a little cottage in the middle of literal nowhere was very pleasing.

She felt a hand on her shoulder, and her body tensed up immediately.

"Relax, it's just me," Joon drawled, yawning midway. "What are you doing up so early anyway? I was under the impression that princesses of kingdoms were annoying and lazy."

The princess was shocked. Joon grinned as he sat down beside her.

"Did you think I brought the both of you to my home without knowing who you were? I am the Guardian of the Lucent, princess, and there's no one and nothing that I am not aware of." He chuckled. "That sounded great, didn't it? Like how a real powerful dude might introduce himself in a drama."

"Do you know why we're here as well?"

"Well, it cannot be said that the princess ran away with the prince, because firstly, if anything, the kid," he threw a tender look the sleeping prince's way, "ran away with you, and secondly, it was your marriage. I figured that you two simply weren't in love."

The princess had grown wary of him.

"Why did you bring us here?"

"Why do you think?"

"There must've been a reward on our heads."

"You must think very highly of me if you think a reward from the king of Oryn could be of any value to me." He paused, his humoured gaze transitioning to disdain. "Did you listen to a word I said last night?"

She had almost forgotten what she had wanted to ask Joon.

"The pendant he wears, where did he get it?"

"Jin's neckpiece? Oh, he just always had it with him. He would never part with it, and he would tell me that it was because he believed that it could tell him who he was, and thus, it was of extreme import to him."