An Assassins Crown

Chapter 7- Katara

A/N: I re-wrote this chapter to make it better and fit the story nicer. I hope you love it and please tell me what you think. Any support I can get, and any ideas would be greatly appreciated.

His gaze shifts to be more assessing; it sends shivers down my spine as I try to ignore it. Although I despise this prince I have to admit these gardens are beautiful. They stretch so far and the roses- the roses- are gorgeous. Having obviously been taken to a high standard.

The red ones are captivating. Love is what they stand for. Something that I've always cherished and wished for. But... true love doesn't exist. It's always fake, and if it isn't then they'll break your heart. Crush it until nothing is left and you're left a pile of broken pieces. And then you'll be sent to another world as a death sentence only to be taken as a prisoner and "protected" by a prince.

But I suppose there are much worse ways to die like torture, being hung, bleeding out. So I suppose I should be grateful shouldn't I.

Well- I'm not.

I can feel his gaze hardening with every moment and it's unbearable. I straighten, tucking some of my hair behind my ears as I slowly turn around to him, my gaze questioning.

"What is it?" My voice is surprisingly stern. "Why are you staring at me like you've come to some great resolution?" but who cares about a stern voice.

He chuckles- chuckles- why is he chuckling right now?

"It's nothing" he says as a small smile plagues his lips.

I roll my eyes as I look away trying to hide a blush that had somehow made its way to my face. This can't be happening. I refuse to blush over a boy and especially not over a smile, and certainly not a smile that was coming from a snarky prince that doesn't know how to be a decent person.

His hand finds my chin gently tugging it back in his direction "Is my beautiful little Kat smiling?"

"Shut up!" I say pulling out of his grasp and pulling the hood of my cloak back over my face.

"Don't hide from me" another chuckle. I storm off down the path only to be stopped. I willed my feet to move but they wouldn't budge, it's like an everbinding weight was put on them. A soft hand touches my arm, grazing it as he had done yesterday.

"Why do you fight me?"

"If I wanted to fight you Kai, I would. And I would kick your ass" I say through clenched teeth.

"Would you?" I can feel his questioning gaze on me but I don't dare to look.

"I would"

"Then let's test that theory."

"Let me go first" in a mere moment the binding weight was lifted and I staggered forward before halting my pace so as not to be condemned again.

"It's almost mid day it is far too hot to stay out here. And you must be hungry" he extends his hand and I hesitate before taking it. We take a shortcut back to the castle. The heat was blistering, I could practically see the heat waves.

Sweat beads on my forehead and drips down my brow. We step into the castle and I relish in how the thick walls keep out that awful heat.

I have had my fareshare of heat waves but usually I was only up from sunset to dawn, which is cooler than the day. But being out there in the sun for such an amount of time is exhausting. Not only is the heat infuriating but the sun is so bright. And I know that's a stupid thing to say because of course its bright- its the sun. But when you grow up looking at the moon and stars with your house being lit by lamps, it's not very bright. It's always quite dim and comfortable. I don't understand how people dont go blind from a glance at the sun or pass out from the horrible heat.