The Assassin (Anakin Skywalker x Reader) - Medieval AU

Introduction: The Assassin

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Third Person POV:

Skin as fair as a pale dawn morning, hair as golden as a blazing sun; the Prince—Anakin Skywalker—trekked through his frostbitten kingdom, which has become completely laden with a blanket of paper white snow. Granular ice flakes hailed from the dark and cloudy sky up above, piercing his nose and cheeks like shattered glass. He was sure his skin would be chipped by the time he arrived back to the castle.

Irritated with himself for not anticipating such inclement weather, he huffed out a puff of frosty air and picked up his pace, pulling what little clothing he had further over himself. He certainly wasn't dressed for winter. All he had on was an old, cream colored tunic under a midnight blue formal coat—which did not protect him from much cold—embroidered with gold stitching patterned at the chest, his shoulders cuffed elegantly in the same dazzling color which coruscated in the moonlight.

It wasn't too often Anakin got some alone time. He is tired of constantly being bombarded day after day by noblemen and women as well as age old royal customs that the kingdom's council as well as society expects him to follow. It is exhausting, and completely unnecessary, in his opinion. He is grateful for whatever reprieve he can get from his harsh reality, whenever he can.

He loves his kingdom and country dearly, and is ecstatic to one day be its ruler. But truthfully, he really only cares for the townspeople and shop owners. Most people in higher rank are extremely difficult to deal with.

He is also tired of hearing the same old pleasantries from lords and ladies; especially ones about him finding a soon-to-be bride. He had no desire to marry soon, if at all. He enjoyed his independence and freedom to live how he pleased, and did not wish to be tied down to the rules and traditions of marriage. Much less any of the young noblewomen often presented to him who care about nothing but their jewelry and petty gossip.

Though, he didn't blame the endless wistful gazes shot his way from all of those women; he did consider himself to be the most handsome man in the kingdom, after all.

But when he decided to take a nice, quiet stroll around the outer baileys of the castle to get away from it all, he seemed to forget the little fact that their kingdom was currently in the midst of an unrelenting winter. Snow and hail as sharp as ice pummeled him with every step, and it certainly didn't help that his progress was considerably slower seeing as he had to trudge through marshy snow and mud that went up to his boots.

He could practically hear his mothers gentle but strict voice in his said saying, 'I told you so, Anakin'. Of course, she would not say it exactly like that, but being a widowed Queen in such a currently vulnerable kingdom, she wished that her one and only son would use more caution in how he spends his time.

I'll show her, Anakin decided to himself. He is not a child, and wants to prove to her that he can take care of himself just fine.

The portcullis of the castle came into view, causing him to sigh in relief, a puff of air expelling into the glacial mist of his surroundings. He was nearly back to the safety and warmth of the castle, and could already feel the heat from the lanterns just outside the gates, glowing with fiery winter embers.