An Assassins Crown

Chapter 33- Katara

A/N: Hello lovelies who are reading my book. Sorry I haven't been updating a lot. I've been struggling with writer's block.

Sad I know.

But here I present you chapter 33. Enjoy xx

I heard yells in the distance. Muffled screams surround the air, I fight to open my eyes but they feels so heavy. My lungs wheeze a little as I struggle to get enough air.

I miss him. He cared for me but he's not here. Verian isn't hear.

The familiar wood beneath me starts to move. The rain pelts my face unforgivingly in practically drowning waves.

My head lolls to the side, I hear squelching boots and shouts. I push my eyes open. The first thing I see is a falling gate sort of thing and then him.

My one and only.

His whole body seems to freeze, anger clouds him but desperation and sorrow as well. Verians anger gets the best of him, all I can see beyond my blurry vision is his pounding fists.

I thought he would save me. But I guess I'll have to save myself. I though he would protect me but I guess I'll have to do that alone too. Always alone I seem to be. I get something good and it goes away.

Why me? Why did the Gods hate me?

Exhaustion creeps in at the edges of my being. I give into it because I know I can't fight it.

When I awoke my body ached in a way that is not just physical. I had woken up briefly throughout my travels only for seconds and minutes.

I seemed to become more aware now, I was being dragged by my elbows down a hallway that looked much like the other castles. Only this one seemed to smell a little less. My hair had been tied back mostly by a force unknown to me. Only a few wisps were loose.

I must look like a mess. I haven't washed my hair in forever nor have I brushed it. Crusted blood irks my skin.

A cell much like my previous one welcomes me into its confines. Thankfully it lacks the stench of vomit and blood. That would have been even more unpleasant than this whole situation already is. Although the stench of blood may soon be added by just one look at my sorry self.

They dump me into the cell and I groan in pain stars seem to twirl around my head. Using all the strength left in my body I push myself into the corner of the room where a thin mattress and blanket lie. For some odd reason I miss my bed roll. The ear muffs that I woke up with on my ears. The calloused hands that belonged to him as his hands brushed my arms.

But I would likely die here. Alone like how my life began.

I didn't even complete my purpose in life. I became a renowned assassin but I didn't marry the prince and become queen.

No matter how hard I have tried in this life I will never have been good enough. Perhaps if I tried harder I would have. Too late now though.

Perhaps in my next life I won't be bleeding on the floor.

Darkness clouds my vision as I fall unconscious no amount of fighting will stop it. So I fall into a painless slumber.

I awake to the sound of screeching metal. Like nails on a chalkboard to the ears. Covering my ears with my hands I wince.

When the noise stops I remove my hands and look at the intruder that entered my confines. A man with fiery hair meets my gaze. He seems to be around the same age as me.

The man holds a sort of case in his hand. I try to sit up but my head spins and my eyes feel a sort of blindness.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you" he says amused. I shoot him an unamused look which only seems to increase his pleasure. He comes over and kneels next to me. When he opens the case an array of bandages and disinfectants meet my sight.

When he tries to touch me I flinch away. He sighs, "Alright, how about I start with your arms. You have some cuts on them". My mind hazes as he realises slowly that he won't be able to get to the cuts with my shirt still on.

I let him take it off putting aside. Exhaustion clammers me, beckoning me into its clutches once more. I fight it wanting- needing to stay awake.

He pulls out some disinfectant and starts to clean the cuts. Hisses of pain come from me as I clench my muscles against the stings of agony. The deeper cuts hurt more naturally.

All my mind can focus on is the hurt that blazes through the fibres of my being.

In a try to distract me he says "My names Dravius" he says calmly. Why are people always introducing themselves to me at the most ungodly times? Why would I want know you name when you are doing this right fucking now?

"What's your name?" he continues.

He starts to wrap my wounds on my arms as I say my name "Katara" I grumble.

"Thats a nice name" he compliments.

"Thanks".

Suddenly piercing pain go to the wound on my thigh. I hadn't even realised he cut my pants to gain access. I scream, it feels like my skin is being burned off.

"I know. I know" Dravius says "Almost done" he assures me. I force myself to hold the threatening tears back. I refuse to cry in front of a man ever again.

A/N: What did you think?????????

Do you like our new character? He's been in my mind for forever. So happy I finally get to write him.