Eternal Oaths: Book One

Chapter VIII

The Night of the Attempted Assassination on Agnar

The Assassin's POV

The moons hung high, casting a silver hue over the darkening forest. The assassin crouched in the shadows, his breath steady. His mind focused as he stood before the great compound that was the Triumvirate's Parliament.

The Parliament was a grand structure exemplifying architectural brilliance and regal opulence. The building was always illuminated warmly from within, showcasing its majestic arches and intricate domes that towered into the twilight sky.

Once a refuge from political strife and war, it was now known for the meticulously manicured gardens and hedges surrounding it, and its absolute and imposing authority. Reflecting pools at the entrance captured the golden light from the building, creating a mesmerizing view.

He watched as the guards patrolled the perimeter, their movements dynamic but methodical.

He had studied their routines for days, memorized their every step.

Now, it was time.

His thoughts flicked back to the briefing he had received.

He needed to get in and out of the Inner Sanctum of the Triumvirate Council, to retrieve an item pilfered by one of their own and then take out the target: Cairo Agnar, Former Prime Minister of Dusk, a rising leader whose cruelty knew no bounds.

Unexplained violent deaths littered across the realm, whispers of war and actions inspired by messages of hate all led back to one male. Tonight, Agnar would officially accept his elected office as one of the three leaders of the Triumvirate.

But not if I have anything to say about it. Not with the might of his kingdom backing him. All of their planning required the next two tasks to go smoothly.

Eden, loyal to their Queen, had done her part.

She infiltrated the elections committee and served as Agnar's most loyal aide, did what she needed to earn his trust and procure evidence of any wrongdoing, like weaponry schematics. 

Though Eden willingly volunteered, he neither envied nor condoned what she had to do. The powerful wards on the Inner Sanctum had prevented Eden from removing the evidence from the compound. Only he had the ability to complete what she could not.

He moved silently, a shadow among shadows, slipping past the guards with practiced ease. His thoughts drifted to the past, to the grueling experiences and discipline that had forged him into an angel of death.

He reached the outer wall of the Prime Minister's estate, his fingers finding purchase on the rough stone.

He climbed swiftly, his movements fluid and precise.

As he reached the top, he paused, scanning the courtyard below. It was empty, save for a lone figure standing by the fountain.

Agnar.

The assassin's heart quickened, but his face remained impassive. He dropped silently to the ground, moving closer to his target. Each step was measured, each breath controlled.

He could hear Agnar's voice, low and cruel, speaking to someone unseen.

He edged closer, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of a second curvy figure—a young woman with long dark hair, jewels in her ears and at her neck, nodding at Agnar's words.

Eden. The assassin cursed. She was supposed to be long gone.

She wielded her sensual body like a weapon, something she was very proud of. If the assassin were a regular male, it seemed Eden adored Agnar's attention, but he knew better.