Assassinating The Princes

Red?

"You can't fully see this color yet," he said. "It might seem gray to you now, but it's red."

"Why is that?" I asked, intrigued.

"It's because you haven't encountered your soulmate," he explained. "Only then will you see the true color."

"You reek of betrayal."

What is that even supposed to mean?

I felt a warm liquid dripping from my cheek. When I touched it, I noticed a color different from the usual gray. Was it... red? Ed? But what do you think? Could it mean I had met my soulmate and we had already made eye contact? But who could it be? My eyes widened in shock as the realization set in. My thoughts spiraled in confusion, and before I could fully process it, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

Startled, I turned to see a maid standing beside me, her expression filled with concern and worry. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice gentle yet laced with anxiety. Then she gasped, her eyes widening as she noticed the blood. "What happened, miss!? Why is your ear bleeding?"

I wanted to scream at her, to tell her it was their prince's fault, that he was the one who threw the knife. But instead, I forced a smile. "Oh, it's nothing, just a scratch," I replied, though I knew it was far more than that. I could feel the warm blood soaking through my shoulder.

The maid simply nodded, though her eyes lingered on me with unease, and she guided me to my room. As we reached the door, she opened it to reveal a large chamber, its white walls adorned with intricate gold and silver designs. The castle was nothing short of heavenly.

As I stepped inside, I found myself drawn to the shelf just opposite the room's entrance. It was lined with jars of flowers, their petals shimmering in the sunlight that filtered through the glass ceiling. The colors danced with a strange hue—red, like the blood that still dripped from my ear.

My gaze then shifted to the ceiling itself, where only the area above the shelf was glass, allowing sunlight to nourish the flowers. The rest of the room was covered, its ceiling adorned with an elegant floral pattern. I turned toward the mirror, hesitating before taking a deep breath and stepping in front of it.

I hesitated before the mirror, my heart pounding in my chest. The air felt thick with anticipation, a mix of fear and curiosity tightening in my stomach. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, and stepped forward, my feet making soft, tentative sounds on the marble floor. Each step brought me closer to the unknown.

With my eyes still closed, I could feel the sunlight on my face, warm and inviting as it streamed in from the glass ceiling. It seemed to urge me forward, as if the light itself knew something had changed. My fingers brushed the cool, smooth surface of the mirror's edge, grounding me in the present moment, though my thoughts were racing far ahead.

Finally, I opened my eyes, slowly, cautiously, bracing for whatever I might see. The reflection that greeted me was both familiar and utterly new. My face looked the same, but my eyes—my eyes were different. They were no longer the soft, muted gray I had always known.

They were red.

A deep, intense red, unlike anything I had ever seen before. The color was overwhelming, vivid, and alive. It was the first time in my life I had seen red—truly seen it. My breath caught in my throat as I leaned closer to the mirror, my gaze locked onto my own reflection, unable to look away.

The color was mesmerizing, almost surreal, filling my vision with a hue I had never known existed. It wasn't just a change in appearance; it was a revelation. This was the moment my world had expanded, the moment when everything shifted.