Knife & Shield

Too Much Alike

Secian held the red-head's bare hand between his gloved fingers. "Follow me, and don't make a sound."

"I know how to sneak around," Zhara scoffed. "You think you're the only one whose had to do a dirty job?" She quieted her voice. "I'm a Knight."

"A lousy one." Secian pulled her along with him. "What Knight lets himself- er well, herself be taken so easily?"

"That's a good question."

Secian imagined her flaunting a mysterious smirk behind him. Over the past weeks, he'd been observing her as well. The way she followed him, arms crossed, her mouth twisted in a permanent sneer. "Just stay quiet." He said, and she obeyed.

He glanced back at her every once in a while as they traveled. He admitted, she was attractive. Better when quiet, that's for sure. Everyone knew Zhara of Eönai was a piece of Royal work. And he was about to experience that first hand.

Callum was the only person who seemed to be able to tolerate her. The Princess who'd been shunned from her family, and forced into the service of her father, the King. She started as a bodyguard for the Crown Prince, then got better at more...private jobs...

She's a knight now, nonetheless. "Princess, why aren't you resisting me?" He whispered into her ear. "I could kill you." He traced the edges of his knife.

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Kill her? Zhara chuckled on the inside. To her, death could be a considered welcome relief. "Listen, I'm going with you willingly. Don't get a big head, it's not because you scare me." She planned on using him, just as she knew he planned on using her. "You and I have the same target in mind. That's all. Ever heard of keeping your friends close and your enemies closer?"

"Naturally," he replied.

Zhara shivered and covered herself with a cloak. "Where is your place? Where are we going?" She wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, the plot to kill a Crown Prince. Over and done. She wanted him dead.

Secian thought. "Now, that's a good question."

She scoffed, hearing him use her own statement against her. "Smart-butt..."

A hint of a smirk crease Secian's lips. "What's so funny?" Zhara wanted to see his face, the one behind that cloak. "C'mon, face me like a man."

Secian laughed, keeping his voice down. He turned a corner then grabbed her cloak. Pinning her against a mud brick wall, one hand playfully tugged off his hood. "Here's a man for ya, Princess."

Her eyes widened, staring into his eyes. "W-What?...Y-You're just a boy! How is that possible?! Your build..y-your body is!-"

"Is what? Built? Toned? Attractive?" Secian drew closer to her, a hand placed by her head. "Did you think I was older?"

"Very!" Zhara was quickly made aware of herself, the position they were in. Two assassin's of the same age.

How was a boy her age, suppose to kill a King? Ugh! What a setback! She needed someone older!! How dare he...

She was flustered.

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A man huh? Secian tipped her chin. After revealing his face, she hadn't looked him directly in the eyes. "So, have I faced you like a man?"

He enjoyed the panic in her face. He liked the feeling of his naked fingers gliding through her hair. "Your answer? Princess."

"S-Stop calling me princess!!" Without warning her hand went for his face but he caught her wrist, mid-swing.