shattered crown

Chapter 9

And I thought my life would get any worse. 

I have to fall in love, and be a skilled assassin. Maria has said that I have plenty of time to fall in love with one of the Prince from Venice. Alessio, Marcus or Damien. Im glad I don't have a time limit for this, Morgana will definitely fall for one of three of them, so I don't have to worry for that. What I need to be worried about is being an assassin. 

I'm back in that secret room behind the throne, which is as big as the ball room but darker. 

I don't want to sit on their chairs or ask for one, I'm back on the same floor that I first was earlier, my dress pooling around me. This place is busy, everyone is doing their own thing. I've met Chiara's husband and Fabrizo's wife, they are nice to me. I'm bored out of my mind ass I'm here, on the floor, sharpening my 10  inch knife with another regular knife. My hairstyle has been ruined, it was tied back away from my face now it's just flat on my head. That bloody imagine of that man's dead body is still etched in my mind. I feel a presence approach me but I don't look up. It's Marcus. He sits down next to me, his knees up to his eye level, he rests his arms on his knees, looking at me. "you're doing it wrong." he says, and I sigh. I'm not even bothered to argue anymore, I'm so drained. "let me" he says, and I pass the dagger to him without looking. He takes them in his hands and starts sharpening them  each other, something I didn't do. "are you mad at me?" he asks, still sharpening the knifes, but he's looking at me. "no, it was your job but all this is brutally fucked up."  I say. 

He shots me a look and stops sharpening the knifes and puts them down. "such a foul mouth for a princess." he says, slowly, a small smirk creeping on his lips. I shake my head before I roll my eyes. I would have argued if my bones weren't so sore and my head so fogged. "I'm just joking with you. I know, it's fucked up, but it's our job." I tilt my head to face him after heard him swear, a royal that swears isn't something you hear about everyday.

"im sorry, again that you had to see what I did." he says, still looking at me. I slowly nod. I don't forgive him but I accept his apology. "I wanted to be in special forces" I mumble under my breath, looking at the metal floor. It's been a dream ever since I was little, my parents were buying my fake rifles and fake toy guns. Once when I was 9, I found a tutorial how to train for the military, and I did that for a whole week. His chuckle interrupts my thoughts. 

"special forces? Military? You know that an assassin and a soldiers duty is to kill? So why do hate being an assassin?"he says, his face brightens as his mouth breaks into a wide smile. I never said that I hate being an assassin, I'm just not ready yet, it's traumatising and I will need alot of time to train, to prepare. I can't even shoot a gun. "I don't hate being an assassin, I just... Need time." I say, holding my hands as I look ahead the room. Her planes a warm hand on my shoulder. "ofcourse, you didn't think that we were gonna send you on a mission without training you, that's murder." he says smoothly, his Italian accent slowly creeping in with his words, with his tounge. I hate that one small part of me thinks that he's nice. "in that case, I'm less stressed, I want to train, I want to be an royal assassin like all of you, like my siblings." I push myself off the ground and stand on my feet, he copies. "did you seriously think that once you're royal, you're crazy rich?" he chuckles as he shakes his head and gets closer to me to face me, I don't want to look at him, yet I still tipped my head back to face him. Is he trying to tell me that this kingdom is poor? Is he being an spoiled Prince who's going to give me the 'money isn't everything' or 'money doesn't make you happy'  speech? 

"you are royal, with crazy money, don't tell me something else" I say, my voice growing rougher, higher. He makes a fake and shakes his head slowly. "you have to earn it. Do you think that our royal guardians just hand us one million?" he chuckles darkly ag, getting closer to me, but no more chuckles now, his face darkens. He leans his head down to look at me, while I tilt my heat to look back in his honey eyes like the idiot that I am.

 "one kills is one hundred thousand, Morana, our kills is like A+ grades for commoners." his eyes narrow into mine, his face more serious than I ever saw him. His eyes look at mine, to my left one then to my right one all over and over again. 

You have to earn the money like it's a quest, from your parents, but it's not 50 bucks, it's 100 fucking thousands. I can only imagine how rich these regal assassins are. I can only imagine how rich I'll get if I kill only one person. "10 kills is one million, Morana. No one made it to ten kills yet, the closest one is Damien, I only have 5 kills. I looked into your eyes and I sensed your power, you will be the queen, you will reach 10 kills and be the assassin queen too." he says harshly but firmly, a hint on possession in his deep, caramel eyes. Low and sharp and formidable. His dark  brows are slightly furrowed as he looks at me, the way he looks at me, fastens my heartbeat. I rise my chin and narrow back my eyes at him.

 "teach me." I say, a pool of confidence spreading into my chest, an dangerous warmth. 

his face remains stone cold, almost angry with me, but no, he's serious, and it's a awesome view. He shakes his head slowly for the hundredth time. "no. I can't, that's Damien duty." I scoff in annoyance, the last thing I would have wanted is Damien to teach me, to train me. "I don't want him to teach me, he's callous and agressive." I admit, he almost suffocated me. "then that means that he will train you well, I swear it's his duty, it was hit duty to find you ever since he was a kid, he failed, so maybe that's why he's being a bit rude." he says, his face softens a little, he's no longer frustrated or angry, he just has a sympathetic, blank face. now Damien has to train me, I'm not scared of him, it's just his arrogance that puts me on the edge. "don't focus on his feelings just focus on his techniques." that's it, if he's irritated with me that's his problem, his duty is to teach me so I shouldn't be caring about his actions, I just need to be trained. In my eyes he's just and arrogant, spoiled rude Prince. My gaze moves to an black cage hanging on the wall, the crow, his crow, maul.

 "Just don't push him too much.. Okay?" he says, his eyes a hint of concern, likes he's warning me, he holds my arm as he's looking down at me but my gaze is on that bird. "and what if I do?" I ask, narrowing my eyes. His brows furrow. "then you'll be in danger." I pull my arm away from his grip slowly and I take a step forward the cage. 

"don't touch him he bites" that's why they said, but are they that naive to be scared of Damiens crow? A damn bird? The worst the bird can do is bite deep into your finger but not the bone. As I get closer I feel Marcus's eyes burning through my back. I open the cage. 

"Morana! Step away" that was Fabrizo, fine maybe Marcus too. "DANGER! DANGER-" screams the crow, but when I pet him, he went quirt and made a small sound, closing his eyes as I pet his little head, a small smirk plants on my lips and I can hear Marcus swear. 

"I think he likes me" I say. Fabrizo sighs and shakes his head, Marcus laughs, and Damien is stoic. "childish, your being childish your lucky he didn't bite your finger off" he says harshly. "I guess I'm really lucky aren't i?" he remains silent, but his dark blue eyes are stuck on my hazel ones, believe me, I didn't know his eyes were blue, they are such a dark shade of blue that they almost look black. I know he's pissed off right now, and I love it.