An Assassins Crown

Chapter 5- Katara

I was awoken by the yell of guards and the awfully familiar scent of stale bread. My stomach grumbled in hunger but stale bread that was possibly mouldy would do more harm than good. A guard through some bread into our cell landing on the grime covered floor. I certainly won't be eating that now.

"Katara?" Roys sleepy voice drawed my attention away from the bread.

"Yes?"

"I'm hungry" me too.

"Unless you want to eat stale bread that's been on the floor there's nothing to eat."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing" I confirmed. Disappointment shadowed over his voice "I'm sorry".

"Didn't I tell you to stop saying sorry?" I felt a small chuckle fall from his throat where my head was still resting.

"You did."

A guard banged on the cell door rattling the walls "Get up" he yelled. I raised my eyes to meet his. "Did I stutter? Get! Up!" I slowly got up Roy following behind me. "I don't want the boy. I just want you girl."

"You could at least ask nicely" my voice tasted like venom on my own tongue. I walked forward, kicking the bread out of my way as I stepped closer to the door. The lamp light shone on my face as I got closer.

"Turn around and on your knees" he barked at me. I slowly turned around looking at Roy as I lowered to my knees. Roy looked worried and to be honest I was somewhat concerned too. I heard the cell doors open behind me and I felt someone touch the cuffs on my wrists. It took everything in me not to just punch them then and there. But there are too many guards near me for a successful escape. Too many unknowns about these people.

It's not time for my escape yet. But I'll come up with my plan.

The guard changes my cuffs to something else. I still feel the cold steal on my wrists but I can now move my arms as I wish. They're not restricted behind my back. One of the guards grabs my arms, taking me to my feet before dragging me out of the cell. I steal one last look at Roy before the door is closed and I'm being hauled through the lamp lit hallways of the dungeon. Guards are screaming orders at each other left and right, their voices being drowned out by the cries of prisoners.

I try to remember which hallways I take as I reach the exiting stares committing them to memory. Walking up the damp steps trying to ignore the smell of mould.

As I reached the palace hallways the blinding sun hit my face through the windows. As I was taken down the hallways the guards grips on my elbows painfully tight I started to realise I was going down the same hallways at yesterday.

That mean I was going to see him.

If there was one thing I hated it was a prince who sits and watches people in peril. And they could do so much more but instead they chose to do nothing. They sit there and watch as people are hurt. Not bothering to help there suffering citizens. Watching as they rot away. And then they take people like me for there own amusement.

I hate it.

There all the same. Prince of Krilya Donna Crow, watches his fiance sent to another world. What a great title for the next newspaper. My home turned my back on me, he turned my back on me And he is the reason I'm here in another world. I was on a mission for him. To get some stupid file from his father and when I got caught he didn't protect me. No, he saved himself. Instead of saving his lover he betrayed me to protect his crown. Sending me to my effortless doom in a world were he thinks that I'll die. Perhaps forfeit my life to their laws. But I'm much smarter than he gives me credit for.

I will rise to serve my revenge, if I could not protect myself I would protect others. Protect them from feeling alone in those cells. To have someone that understands there hurt and there pain. Someone who was served the same punishment.

I saw there eyes- they looked like me. I know my kind when I see them. They are people of what this world calls the magical folk. I won't let people hurt them ever again. An assassin may always inflict harm but I- I want to stop it. I want to cease there suffering, there pain and there surrows. For there dreams to become reality and there nightmares to be drowned.

And how will I do it? I will act nice to this prince. He wants a toy, I'll be his toy. His amusement. I'll play along with his fantasies, and when the time comes I'll free us all. I'll slowly manipulate that prince into playing my games, to gain his trust and then snap it. I was never known for playing nice.

And I always win my games.