one-shots

Imagine 13

I walk into the dining hall, my heels clicking against the marble floor and dress flowing behind me. I designed this dress myself. It was my most beautiful work so far. It's red, the kings favored color (from what I have heard). When you get to sit down on the right side of the king, like he asked you to, you stop. No this can't be happening.
In front of you is sitting the best assassin of the kingdom. You and his assassin brothers are the only ones who know that he's assassin. No one has seen his face bc, that's why he carries the name 'the faceless killer'. He's here to kill the king. He looks back at you, a smirk plastered on his face. He looks you up and down taking his sweet time. He knows you design clothes, he knows this is your work. He stares in your eyes for two second before winking at you.
You shake your head giving your attention to the king. His hungry eyes scan your body from head to toe and linger on your chest area. You quickly sit down feeling uncomfortable already. He is old, his teeth are falling out and not to forget, he is a horrible human being. You plaster a smile on your face not letting the anger and disgust win you over. Lets just get this over with. All you have to do is smile, be nice and speak your pretty and wise words and hopefully the king will agree with your plans and this kingdom can finally be saved and appreciated like it should. If this stupid assassin doesn't kill him first.
"How are you doing my darling", the king asks grabbing your hand before plastering a wet and long kiss on it. His breath stinks and his lips are open. His voice sounding just as disgusting as him. You smile at him leaning on the table. "I'm doing good, thank you for asking. How generous of you for asking" He smiles again. "You looks delicious in that red dress", he says looking you up and down once again, but this time his eyes stay on your chest area and you can see him leaning closer. He looks in your eyes again and whispers "I bet you'll look better wearing nothing on your sweet body but my han-", before he can finish you grab your dagger from your thigh but freeze when you see the scene in front of you. The assassin in front of you grabs his dagger from under the table and before you know it he leans forward slicing the kings neck open. You stand up, dagger in your hand and big eyes on the old man choking in front of you. You look around when you hear no one scream, but frown when you see the dining hall empty and the door closed. You look at the man in front of you again, leaning back on his chair, cleaning his dagger with a napkin. He looks at the small dagger in your hand, a smirk appearing on his face. "I'm sorry that I took the fun away from you", he stands up walking your way, dark eyes on you. His smirk has disappeared and a serious look replaced it. You put your dagger up pointing it at his heart. He grabs your hand holding it where it is and stands right in front of you, the point of your dagger touching his chest. "Y-you killed the king", you stutter mad at yourself for showing weakness. But what can you do about it. This is the first time you saw someone die In front of you. "T-they will hang y-", he leans in further holding your hand so you don't accidentally push it in harder. Your back hits the wall and look up in his eyes still shocked. "I would burn this whole kingdom and kill everyone in it if it was for you", he whispers leaning in. "Let them hang me, they can have all of me. As long as they don't touch",