It's training day again and you sigh walking into the training room. Today you have to work on your fighting and guess who's your fighting partner? The best assassin of the kingdom. There is no day where you don't have the urge to put poison in his cup. You stand in the middle of the room, looking around. "Where is he?" You whisper not seeing his talk figure anywhere.
The moment those words leave your lips you feel someone kick you in the back. You fall down hard grunting from the pain. Your back is burning. You hear the person who almost broke your back sigh, walking in front of you. "Lesson 1, always. Be. Ready." He says word by word squatting down In front of you.
He tilts your chin up with a finger, locking your eyes with his. "Understood?" He says waiting for my answer. I keep my eyes on his and slowly raise my hand to his arm, ignoring the pain in my back. He quickly looks down at my hand and at me again. When I see he isn't going to push me hand away I start to slowly drag my finger up his arm to his bicep. I feel his body tense under my finger, yet his eyes don't betray him like his body. Still as cold and dark as always. When I'm finally at his bicep I quickly un-strap the fake dagger and push it in his heart. He falls down with me on top and the fake dagger squeezed between us. It's from rubber so it squeezed tiny bringing your even closer to him. His eyes are big, not believing someone put him down.
I put him down.
"Lesson number 2" I whisper, my breath hitting his lips. I keep my eyes on him, the pain in my back slowly leaving.
"Never underestimate a woman",
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