Chapter 7: Rose
My full name? If he knew my name was Rose De Martalis, I’m sure I would not live to tell the tale.
“My full name…” What do I say? Lie? Rose…I guess I have no choice. “I know this might sound really weird but, I forgot my last name. I don’t remember much about myself.” I felt horrible for lying to him. He was so sweet, but I could not reveal my full name to him no matter what.
“I am sorry for coming hear this late. I was just worried about you-“
“It’s okay! Don’t worry about it. Maybe tomorrow you will come, if it isn’t that much trouble? “He nodded. I got on to my toes and kissed him on the cheek. His face was shocked at first, but it slowly broke into a smile a smile.
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“Is he the one?” Alexander asked walking into my room right when R-James left. I did not have to ask what he meant when he asked me that, he was talking about the Prince, our main goal. I just nodded silently. “I don’t like him that much.” Alexander stated.
“Of course you would say that, your whole life goal is to kill him!” Alexander smiled.
“I have more than one life goal Rose” He looked me right in the eyes, searching for something that wasn’t there.
“Then why would say you don’t like him?” I challenged. Alexander sat next to me on the bed.
“Well, it is complicated you see. He is lucky in some ways and very unfortunate in other ways,” Lucky?
The bald monk walks into the room all dressed in…armor.
“Get ready!” He sounded very serious.
“For what?” I stammered.
“That does not matter right now- Oh! And I almost forgot don’t forget to bring to your sword with you.” Alexander got up and walked out of the room. Was he also getting ready? I quickly got ready and fastened a red cloak around me and walked out-bumping right into Alexander, also all dressed in battle. He had half his face covered with a white mask that outlined his eyes in black. I knew it was him; those green eyes were hard not to stare in.
“Here, where this’” He said, handing me a mask. It looked like his but the colors were reverse, black mask and white lining. “Hide your identity Princess.” He smirked. I stole a glance at the mirror; I looked just like a cat, a black cat.
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“A couple of our men were captured by the Kingdom of Lanzair.” The Monk explains, as we walked through the dark woods with leaves crunching under us. “The men who caught them want answers. They want to know about the House of Martalis. Your first mission is to get rid of these men, Alexander will accompany you and I will have your guises back. Don’t worry you’re not going to be alone.”
“How do you know all this?” I ask him.
“Rose do not think we walk freely in this place. I have many spies working under cover, if you had not yet figured it out yourself.” Of course! How could I be so clueless and stupid!
“Rose, one more thing,” the monk informs. “Make sure the mask and your blade is the last thing your victim sees.” Saying that he leaves, walking into the blackness. Alexander, I and the others each climb up a tree surrounding the men. From the looks of it, there were about 12 guards in all.
I waited and watch, my heart bats racing. I had to do this! This was for me, my family and my people. I closed my eyes, letting this hatred consume my feeling and myself.
“Kill,” Alexander whispered, it was then I realized that he was just a branch below me. My hands trembled as grabbed one of the pocket knives. I aimed, I threw.
My eyes stalked the shiny blade as it ripped through the air, hitting one of the many men on the neck. He gave a yelp and fell, bleeding to his death, alerting the rest that they weren’t alone.
I threw my second one, not even feeling a single drop of pain for those whose life I had just ended. Third knife, fourth… When I reached for the fifth, I found my pocket empty. I swore under my breath, now it was time to face my enemy. I jumped down the tree, taking by blade out in the process.
“It’s her!” One of them yelled. “The princess of Martalis!” All eyes shifted towards me, they knew what to do and, I knew what they were going to do. Soon they were all running towards me with their blades pointing towards none other than me. The other men tried surrounding me, but soon were all engaged in battle, even me.
I slashed my sword at the man who yelled my name to the rest. There was no need to see if the sword hit him as long as he fell to the ground lifeless. The next man I crossed swords with was impressive. He was able to block every single move I had-which was very few; I only practiced with Alexander countable times-. He tried pushing me back and was too busy giving his all that I tripped him from underneath. When he fell to the ground I closed my eyes and allowed the sword slice down.
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“Impressive!” Alexander looked amazed. We stood on the stained ground looking down at all the dead bodies.
“Thanks, but don’t remind me of it,” Had I really done all this?
I cried silent tears that night. What have I become; a person with no feelings towards its own kind? Those men had families! How was it that Alexander and the others had no trouble with this? The more I thought of it, the more I wondered about what James would think of me. Would he hate me with all his life? It’s a million to one, my chances of him accepting the truth and me. Could life really be that cruel? Can someone really forgive me, a killer? That’s what I am, a killer.
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