"Sir, are you alright?" asks a tall man with grey eyes and hair and a crooked nose.
"Captain, what is the meaning of this?" says the Prince of Melvin with barley controlled anger.
"The patrol found two unconscious guards outside your window. We think there may be a assassin inside the castle." The Prince's chocolate eyes widen in fear. I watch this exchange from under the Prince's bed. And I know, this is the moment to strike.
I roll to the side of the bed, standing as quick as lightning, my daggers catching the light. The Captain's eyes widen in shock. He unsheathes his sword but not quick enough. My dagger is presses to the Prince's throat and my other on is posed over his heart. My hood obscures my face although I can see fine. "Guards. Guards!" yells the Captain. Two young men run into the room swords drawn. They look tired but their eyes are alert. I knew I'd have to watch them like a hawk. They both have dirty blonde hair although their eyes are different. The one on the right has bright blue eyes that sparkle like the sea. The one on the left has dark green eyes that see everything. "Unnamed the Prince!" orders the blue eyed guard. I smile. And slit the Prince's throat.
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FantasyLet me tell you a story, a story of death, hate and betrayal but also hope. The hope of one day the evil of this world will be vanquished. This is the story of assassin. _______________________ WARNING | SLOW UPDATES
