An Assassins Crown

Chapter 2- Verian

A/N: I have changed the mmc (Male Main Characters) name. He is now Verian and no longer Kylah. I will put another reminder every few chapters for a while in case people are getting confused. 

For the second time today, I was called to the throne room. Apparently, there were more captures of those magical beings. I don't really care much for their sentencing, but as the prince and the future heir to the throne I'm supposed to witness. Unlike my siblings who were not required to show their appearance in such manners.

They are usually sentenced to death, if they're unlucky they get life in prison. Very few have been taken into the court. And only if they seem useful to us, more so for my father, the king. And if they are taken on their left under lock and key. I've become mostly indifferent to it. It was hard when I was younger watching them get sentenced to death in front of me, sometimes even slaughtered on the spot, it's become easier over time.

As I enter the throne room, I take my place next to my father. Sitting on my less extravagant throne, nodding to my father in recognition of him.

"Son, glad you could come" always son is how he'd address me. Never Verian, always son. And it's not like he asked me to come to the throne room, he demanded my presence.

"Good to see you to father" I say in a cold tone, not sparing him a glance of my icy gaze. The guards announce the entrance of the magical beings. The large throne room doors were swung open with great elegance and two of them walked in. One of them had merely one guard walking next to them, while the other had a guard holding either one of their arms and another behind there. I've never seen someone come in so heavily guarded like that. Intriguing. Their heads are kept down covering their faces with their cloaks. There pushed to their knees before the stairs leading up to the thrones.

"Take of their hoods" my father said his voice booming with authority. The guards swiftly pulled away their hoods revealing their faces. My eyes where immediately entranced on her. The one who was brought in with three guards. Her hair came down to her waist basically touching the floor as she kneeled on the ground. She was undoubtably the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. But there was one thing missing. Her eyes lacked life to them, her body lacked persistence even through her clearly seen strength. Everything about her dimmed with life, her eyes dull, her hair had white streaks even though she only looked around my age. She looked like she had given up- I want to change that.

"Is it true you of that of the magical folk?" my father said and at that her gaze removes from me and to him.

"Believe what you wish" she said. So cold. So indifferent. No one had ever been so rude to my father. Usually there where crying and begging for their lives. Her companion looked terrified, shaking. Nothing like her fearless stare, but I could feel her fear seeping through her gaze.

"You have some fire, don't you?" her gaze turns to my mother when she speaks. She doesn't usually speak during these trials; she must have caught her attention as well. The magical beings gaze relaxes when she looks at my mother. I wonder why.

"What's your name child?" she said kindly. So, so kindly.

The magical being pauses for a moment, as if thinking if she should answer or not "His name is Roy" she nods towards the boy next to her "He didn't do anything wrong. I implore you to give him mercy"

"You implore? What fancy language for a magical being who no doubt lives in the slums" that was my father. So rude for what, spite? She stays silent. My mother stands. Why would she be standing? Mother slowly starts to walk down the steps to her.

"Your majesty-" a guard says quickly cut off from there words with a wave of her hand. She gets closer to the girl but staying at arm's length of her before kneeling before her.

"What's your name?"

"Katara"

"Katara who?

"Katara Loro" so that was her name. Katara Loro- beautiful.

"That's a wonderful name Katara. What are your abilities?"

My father interjects before Katara can answer by saying "Enough my queen" my mother sighs. She was always undermined by him. She stood back up and reclaimed her seat. "I have decided your sentence" Roy's gaze rases and I clench my fists, for the first time in my life caring about these trials. I could sense something in Katara worth fighting for. I want for her stronger than any emotion I had ever had. Something about her was just- different. "Life in priso-"

I interrupt my father; I had very few times interrupted him "I want her". My father looked at me and I stared back at him. "I. Want. Her." I said my tone was unwavering of power. The whole room stared at me in disbelief.

My father raised his head quickly schooling back his cold expression "Fine" he turns back to the throne room "she now belongs to my son throughout the rest of her days. Through her day she shall be his."

"What about Roy?" her eyes flash with concern.

"Life in prison" My father, no the King said.

"I beg you to reconsider" she said but Roy was already being dragged out. She struggles against the guards holding her down "Stop!" she exclaims her voice scratchy like this wasn't the first time she'd yelled today "He's innocent" and then she's also being dragged away. "You bastards. You evil bastards" well she certainly has a foul mouth. I can't help but feel for her wounded expression but there's nothing I can do. It was a miracle I even got her, and I don't care much for her scrawny friend. I watch as she's dragged away screaming the whole time. Her screams agonised my heart.

"That was certainly interesting" my father said, standing up and walking down the steps. "She'll be taken to your study son" I nod. My mother follows after him giving me an encouraging smile as she walks away.

As I walked down the countless hallways to my study I passed several wary looks. They'd no doubt seen the trial and had there- thoughts. I don't care much for their opinions though, whether good or bad they didn't worry me. Walking closer to the study my fathers most trusted adviser approached me. I didn't particularly like him, something always seemed off when he was around. Like there was always a secret waiting to unfold. But he'd never been blatantly unkind to me or my family, so I tried not to take much notice in his ongoings.

"Prince Verian" the adviser said flatly "I witnessed the trial earlier you were"

"Rude?"

"Determined" I crossed my arms over my chest "you shouldn't speak to the king in such a manner. It's unprincely"

"When have I ever cared for being 'princely' advisor?" before he could answer I continued "anyways, I have Katara waiting in my study."

"The magic user?"

I pushed past him continuing to my study, calling out a "yes" as I walked away in large strides. As I walked up to the large door to my study, I heard nothing but irritable silence. No screams or cries coming from the people inside. I'm glad. I'm not sure I could handle the gut wrenching feeling of hearing her cries ring throughout my study.

I placed my hands on the hard wood of the door handle and pushed them open. I walked into my study keeping my head levelled as I saw her "Hello Kat"