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Description: Book 5 in The Assassin and the King series.
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Chapter 1
Sam Watteau, Padalise Weylin and Carter Delaenia were currently the most hated fugitives to King Targus of Erilan. The King, whose birth name was Benedict Newton, wanted each of them to die painful, gruesome deaths. He wasn't sure why, but they had aided the escape of Princess Kyla Bardolphus, his cousin and prisoner. What connections they had with her was beyond him.
The assassin he had hired to track down and take care of them had just swaggered into the throne room, her face concealed by her dark cloak and a mask. Her long red hair was the only thing poking out of the cloak.
He hated assassins with a burning passion. His aunt and uncle were assassins, and they were his most true enemies. But if he was going to track down these fugitives, he was going to have to enlist the help of one. It didn't mean he had to trust her, but it meant he had to use her.
Her name was Elena Adeny. At least, that's what she said it was. He knew enough not to trust that she wasn't using an alias.
"Ms. Adeny, I appreciate you coming." He said as she entered and bent a knee.
"You're paying me a shitload of money, so how could I resist?" She asked, and then as an afterthought added, "Your majesty."
That cocky little bitch.
"Right." Benedict said icily. "Now, you know your task is to brutally destroy the fugitives Sam Watteau, Padalise Weylin and Carter Delaenia?"
"I'm an assassin, right?" She asked. He could see the sass radiating off of her. It was despicable. "Yeah, I get the task."
"Good." He said, just wanting to get rid of her. "You are dismissed."
He saw a smirk on her red lips as she stood and strutted out of there, all confidence. The shorter the amount of time he had to deal with her, the better.
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The assassin's silent footsteps weren't heard as she carefully snuck down the stone steps. She stalked down the rows of cells, quietly running a hand along some of the bars. She stopped in front of one of them, where the former king of Erilan knelt with his unconscious lover's head in his lap, running a hand through his hair. Charles was beaten and bloody, and had clearly been put through hell. Gavin looked mostly alright, save for a clearly broken wrist.
Despite being in the shadows, the assassin's presence didn't go unnoticed, and cold blue eyes stared up at her through a tangled mop of dark curls.
"Aldis didn't have enough? Had to send one of his little assassins for more?" Gavin Bardolphus asked. Hatred was all the assassin saw in his expression.
"That is something he would do." She said, keeping her voice low. "Lucky for you, I think Aldis Brèvedent is a huge asshole."
She pulled off the mask and cloak, and stepped out of the shadows.
