The wounded Assassin

Chapter 2

At least he's still breathing.

After a night of sleeping on the floor, my whole body ached. I let a yawn escape and I did not feel ashamed. I walked into my room and looked at the stranger who was now curled up and sound asleep on my bed.

I recalled how he got there the previous night.

I finally had gotten him into my bed after many unsuccessful tries. I took his coat and his boots off. After carefully detaching his dirty bloodied shirt from his deep wound, I took his shirt off, revealing his sturdy toned chest moving up and down as he breathed calmly. I couldn't help but stare. I cleaned the wound and carefully stitched it up. Then I cleaned the mud and the bruises on his face. Behind all the blood and dirt he looked really handsome. Why was he running?

I sighed and walked out; confused, tired and hungry. I looked at his clothing that had replaced my coat in front of the fireplace. His shirt was ruined beyond repair so I threw it in the fireplace and watched it burn. I felt a strange satisfaction from seeing burn up in flames. Turning to his coat, it was salvageable. I picked it up and flipped it onto the table when suddenly something fell out. I looked at the object on my floor and it seemed to stare right back at me. The stranger had a sword. My eyes widened with fear.

I should probably run and never come back home.

Then the sound of grunting came from the bedroom. I felt myself freeze and I held my breath.

"Where am I?" he asked and I stayed frozen.

[Alexandre's POV]

I jolted awake by a crashing sound. I looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. Oh no, I probably got drunk again. Where the hell did I end up this time?

I shifted myself off the bed and it hurt everywhere.

I walked out of the room to see a girl wearing a blue dress with long golden brown hair standing while staring at something on the floor.

I blinked and looked around the room and uttered, "Where am I?"

It must've been a one night stand.

I looked back at Goldilocks, she still hadn't moved.

I cleared my throat. She budged a little and froze again.

"You know if you were this shy, you shouldn't have entertained me last night" I told her, my throat felt hoarse and dry. She turned around. She looked at me with horror, disgust and anger and her green eyes shot daggers at me.

Did I offend her?

She drew her shoulders back and walked boldly towards me. Whatever fear she had was now gone. She stopped right in front of me and her eyes locked into mine and I could tell she was not intimidated by what she saw.

"Entertain you?!" she asked me raising an eyebrow, her voice not wavering one bit.

"Um..." I was unsure on how to reply to her.

"I should have just handed you over last night!" she screamed and threw hands in the air.

And then I remembered, she saved my life from the uncultured creeps. I looked down at my now stitched wound, that's when I realised where the pain was coming from and swore in my thoughts. I watched her walk away. My whole life I had seen women but this one was different and I had no idea how to handle the situation.

She bent down and picked up my sword. She simply left it on the wooden table beside so many materials. She didn't say one word and sat down to mend my coat.

Goddammit, think Alex think.

I walked towards the table and pulled out a chair and sat down. I opened my mouth to speak but my lips touched together again. I didn't know how to apologize to this girl.

She still did not look at me.

I cleared my throat and she looked my way only to roll her eyes and get back mending my coat. I was lost in her hands that showed skill. She had been doing this for years no wonder my wound was already healing. I looked at her face and she was beautiful but somehow familiar. I disregarded any thought and let out a sigh.

Then to disturb the quiet peace that surrounded us, my stomach rumbled.

Her hands stopped their mesmerizing performance and she looked at me.

"Are you hungry?" she asked as if it wasn't already obvious. I just nodded my head in return.

She calmly stood up and walked towards the kitchen. After a few minutes of hearing nothing but clanging she returned to the table and placed a clay bowl with soup in it. I was a gluttonous pig and asked her for more. 

"Why were you running?" she questioned me as I was drinking my fourth bowl of soup. 

"Um.. Well the guards don't like being interrupted when they do the dirty work." I replied.

She understood my wording, living in this city was a curse to begin with.

"Why do you have a sword?" she asked.

".. I need it to save people..." 

"Like a liberator?" 

"Um... Yeah" Atleast I didn't lie, just bent the truth a little.

Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Then you can stay"

Was she planning to kick me out?

But I knew I couldn't stay, I had to leave as soon as possible to avoid her being in danger. Maybe I'll leave after a few more bowls of delicious soup.