An Assassins Crown

Chapter 3- Katara

A/N: She does not exactly like that ^^^ the picture above. That is just some AI art to help with your imagination, tbh idk. 

I was ushered into the throne room, my blood roaring in my ears. The guards grip on me was impossibly tight and these magic blocking handcuffs were digging into my skin painfully. They would surely make cuts and bruises on my skin.

I kept my head lowered as I was pushed to my knees, the pain reverberated up my spine. More bruises to count to the list, yay me.

"Take off their hoods" A man I presume is the king said. And before I even had time to react my hood was pulled off revealing my dimmed hair, and the white streaks that had taken over when my powers had been blocked. I looked up and my eyes snagged on the prince. His dark brown hair tamed and his grey eyes in traced on mine.

"Is it true you are of the magical folk?" I was ripped from my revelry and now focused on him. If I didn't answer, I'd have less of a chance of getting out of her alive. So, give them an airy answer. I don't care if I hurt their precious royal feelings.

"Believe what you wish" I said in what I hoped was a clear unfeeling voice. I refuse to grovel at their feet.

"You have some fire, don't you?" that beautifully kind voice belonged to the queen. I looked at her, my muscles relaxing ever so slightly. She reminded me of my mother, so trusting and caring. It made me feel safer as she stared at me with her effortless grace. "What's your name child?" My name didn't matter, but I had to make sure Roy was safe. He was innocent after all.

"His name is Roy. He didn't do anything wrong. I implore you to give him mercy" I could see from the corner of my eye, the prince's gaze going from him to me once more.

A mocking tone came from the King "You implore? What fancy language for a magical being who no doubt lives in the slums." The slums, I held back an uncalled-for scoff. For the past year of my life, I had lived in the opposite of the slums, I had lived in a castle like the one I was currently in. Although that castle was at least half the size of this one.

The queen stood and took elegant steps towards me. My eyes entranced on her and how she shood the guards away when they tried to stop her from coming towards me.

She still stopped a little away but kneeled to be at eye level with me. Her eyes matched the princes in its own shade of grey.

"What's your name?" she said as she looked into my dulling red black eyes.

"Katara" I answered softly.

"Katara who?"

"Katara Loro" I almost choked on my last name. I hadn't said it in so long.

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

Before I couldn't even open my mouth, the King interjected saying "Enough my queen". She sighed as she stood up and reclaimed her seat.

"I have decided your sentence" my heart clenched in anticipation of the next words "Life in priso-" and then he was interrupted. In all my life I had never seen someone so powerful be interrupted.

"I want her" his son said. His eyes burned with a hidden feeling "I. Want. Her".

He wanted me, I repeated to myself. Why me? I would rather die than be stuck with a prince that made me have- feelings?
"Fine" no "She now belongs to my son throughout the rest of her days. Through her day she shall be his."

But what about Roy? What would happen to him? Would he be safe? Free?

"What about Roy?" concern raced through my veins.