An Assassins Crown

Chapter 34- Verian

I refused the healers wanting to wrap my wrists. I wanted them to be bare and scar as a forever reminder of my failure.

But that doesn't mean I will give up. When war strikes and the battle begins I will raid every single cell and room of their camps. I will find her, hold her and never let her go again. Now, you could just deem this as overly possessive but I don't view it that way.

In truth (and to never be admitted out loud) I'm afraid. Afraid that I will find her past the point of return. That she will be dead, battered and bruised. And what could be deemed worse, scared for the rest of her life. That I'll never again be able to see her smile or the mischievous glint in her eyes.

No point in wallowing in what could happen. I have to act. I must push forward our advances whilst they must still be somewhat dishevelled having to hurriedly take their prisoners into their camps on their side of the wall.

We have to take them by surprise.

I already sent out letters to all remaining people of power- including my father, that we must advance our forces. At the current speed we'll meet the wall by tomorrow.

I leave myself to the carriage that I currently reside in. But I can't sleep, not knowing how she could be. My mind races with unhelpful thoughts as they swirl into the front of my mind. I stare at the ceiling waiting for sleep to overcome me- but it never does.

I stay awake in the not so silent silence. The wheels creak and the smell of wet earth fills my nostrils. I zone in on the sounds of the horses hooves on the ground.

Clip , clop, clip, clop.

The sound steady's my thoughts as I close my eyes.

I will get her back and when I do everything will be ok. She will be alive and I will make her safe. I won't lose her again. I refuse, with everything I have I refuse.

My breaths are deep as I soothe my racing heart.

Exhaustion finally takes its claim on me as it pulls me under.

A girl with ocean like hair stood behind her father. Her timid eyes were glued onto me. She pulled them away and looked my father who was speaking seriously to my own.

The girl clinged to his leg trying to get his attention.

He gave her a look meant to stop her advances. When looking away he reached a sly hand down and stroked her blue hair.

Guards surrounded us mine, and theres. Father said they come from somewhere else and I had to be responsible. I stood straight backed and eyes forward just like father had taught me into doing on reflex.

My hands where tight behind my back.

"Son" father called for my attention. I looked at him raising my head, "Show Miss Wright around the palace. We will reconvene in the library at 1800 hours".

I bowed to my father "Yes Father" my tone was clipped. The girl who I now know as Miss Wright is gently pushed forward by her father.

My feet make a soft swish and click as I start to move forward. I hear her hurried steps follow behind me rushing to keep up. Her hands are gathered in her dress so she doesn't trip as she moves up the stairs.

Her hair bobs up and down as we move to the corridor.

"Miss Wright-"

"You don't have to call me that," she says, interrupting me.

"But that is how I'm supposed to refer to you" I say insistingly confused.

"You may call me-"

My dreams ceased as consciousness overruled me once again. I hadn't had a dream in a while, especially one that was so specific and unhazed.

But who was that girl?

And why'd I have to fucking wake up right as I was about to get her name? Just my luck, isn't it?

But in my bones I know it's not just a dream. It's real, I know it. My whole body screams at me telling me this.

By this time the sun shines again but is dulled a little by these clouds. The humidity stenches through the air, my hair sticks to my skin as a wipe a bead of sweat off my temple. Humidity sticks to my skin uncomfortably as I get changed into clean war ready clothes.

By tonight we would be at the wall and tomorrow morning we would be in place to initiate all out war.

I was inordinately calm given the circumstances. Not the relaxed go with the flow sort of calm, the calm that seemed emotionless in it's darkest way. Almost a look of intimidation to those around. My heart was steady against my chest unlike the night before.

Staying level headed was of the utmost priority. If I let my emotions get the better everything will go to shit. And that would be shit.

I didn't know what to do with myself as I waited. The plans for the attack needed miniscule changing and I had already completed it previously. Now all there was to do was wait.

And that could be deemed as the hardest task of all.

Waiting to be thrown into a bloodbath of bodies. You never truly know what you're going into either. Twists and turns can happen at a moments notice.

And in war, every moment can be your last. Last breath before a stab wound or the blink before a surprise attack.

Nothing can ever be foretold.

But that can be part of the thrill. The feeling of my enemies falling beneath my feet begging me for my mercy. But I have none. The only mercy I have is saved for one person.

Katara.

For her I would sacrifice myself. I would submit to a fate worse than death if it meant she would be happy and safe.

All day I had been lazily working out, my mind swarming with possible endings of this battle.

Some end good but most end badly. My stomach clenches at the end of those storylines that were made up in my head.

But those endings just motivate me more.

10 more pushups. 15 more situps, 20 more star jumps, more and more and more until I stop and lay on my cot.

Sunset falls and night awakens. A count down seems to begin in my head as I eat my dinner. My hunger is low but I eat anyway. Strength is important and energy comes from food.

A/N: I'm sorry there's been such slow updates I've been having really bad writer's block.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter anyways.

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