Assassins Lover

Ch.26- is it him?

  Kaden's POV
      The horses hooves crunch dead leaves and green grass as I pull to a holt at uneven ground. The horse throws his head back and shakes his mane as I pat his neck, "just a mile to go buddy." Throwing my hood back, I exhale and gallop towards the kingdom in the distance.
Tired from the long journey, I wipe the moisture from my neck and feel the wind in my hair. Coming close to the town square, I place my hood around my head and trot to the castle. Seeing everything around me, I hold my head up high and think "I'm finally home. Welcome home, me." Holding the reins to safely guide the massive beast, a small child of 10 darts out in front of my horse. Responding, I yank the reins until the horse stops. The child pets the animals neck as I look at him, "next time, don't get in the way. You're lucky I didn't crush you, kid." I kick the animals sides to move it along as the click-clack of hooves could be heard on the town streets once more.

Arriving at my destination, I jump off my horse and push my hood back. Demanding the stable boy feeds my horse, I open the handles and step inside. Walking down the hall, smells hit me like no other as I stick a hand in my pocket. Hearing voices in the great room, I peek inside and wait to be announced. My father sat at the head of the council meeting as my mother sat beside him. Dozens of men were seated as well, "this must be important. Maybe they're discussing peace negotiations between Castor and Terresen again."
Making it through the door, my father drinks his wine and implies, "what about a surprise attack, they'll never see it coming."
A guy sitting diagonal from him speaks "that could work. But, some of the most highly trained warriors will be on that ship."
Clearing my throat, I decide to share my opinion, "Terresen has always had well qualified men ready to fight to the death. Maybe wait till dark to attack while they're sleeping."
The man with the mustache says, "excellent. I'll talk to my men and tell them what needs to be done." The man gets up, "thank you, sire."
My father sees me out of the corner of his eye, "it's my son whom you should be thanking," my father suggests.
The man turns to me wide eyed and bows, "Your Majesty, I did not know it was you."
I walk up to him and pat the man on the shoulder "it's alright, if you'll leave us for a moment, I need a word with my father."
       The man bows and leaves us as I sit in a chair next to my father.
Sipping his wine, he drums his fingers on the wooden table, "13 years, and now you decide to visit your old man," he chuckles.
Chuckling, "I'm sorry father. I've been busy with kingly matters."
  "What kind of matters?" My mother asks as she makes her way across the room. Standing up, I turn around and walk toward her, "mother, it's been too long." Embracing her, she does the same "yes, too long." Her eyes scan my face and her hand touches my cheek, "you've grown into a well developed young man, Kaden."
   I nod, "thank you mother."
Helping her to her seat, I sit down and clear my throat "I'm here to discuss matters about the Cordovan girl."
My father sighs, "Kaden, I told you before-"
"Emily doesn't deserve to die."
  His eyebrows raise up in curiosity, "and why do you say that?"
Wandering whether to say it or not, I exhale and turn to my mother, "I think I've fallen in love with her."

   Emily's POV

   Watching Gavin put on his coat, I turn towards the window overlooking the village apartments and sigh, "what am I going to do?"
Sliding his boots on, he runs a hand through his hair "I don't know Em. Do you wanna keep running for the rest of your life?"
Saying no, he gets up and walks toward me. Turning around, I embrace him and lean my head on his chest, "why are you running?"
He exhales and drags his fingers through my hair, "My parents died when I was young. So I didn't really have a role model, so to speak. So I've just spending life on the road."
My green eyes catch his, "when do you think you'll stop?"
He traces a finger down my cheek and tightly speaks, "I don't need a reason to stay. I never get attached to anything."
My eyes blink and I lick my lips, "I see..."
He chuckles, "but I guess I could make an exception for someone." My lips form a smile and kiss him lightly. Pulling back, he demands, "you should go back to your King."
I raise an eyebrow in confusion, "why so?"
Shrugging, he kisses my forehead and walks out the door. I'm not the man she think I am. I can't protect her or make her feel safe.
Plopping down on the bed, I run a hand through my brown hair and sigh, "I think he's right."

A few hours later, I hear a knock at the door.
Groaning, I open the door to find Jefferson waiting outside.
"Jefferson!" Pulling him inside, I slam the door and mumble harshly "what are you doing here!"
Staring at me with those brown eyes, he smiles slightly, "I'm bringing you home."