To Catch His Bride

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"You are but a child, you cannot be fighting just yet.. in time." Milord explained. He patted my head and walked out of the hall. I frowned, I am almost 17. I've trained ever since Lord Salvidon took me in. He has been so kind to me, even since he's known that I am a bastard son.

Walking down the hall, I couldn't help but look outside the big slab of glass that is called a window and stare at the men training. Hitting the sack forced upon a stake and cutting it almost open, a few strands of hay shyly peak out.

I don't realize the footsteps that come near me as a voice I know so well scares me. "Come, let us train some more, child." The head guard patted my shoulder, making me jump. The head guard was the kindest to me, he saw the passion in my eyes as I first saw a blade, as I first tried on an iron helmet. He's like a father I never had.

A few hours pass as I train with Timothy, the head guard. It is not like I need it though, for I've taken on four of his men alone, and won. I just wished the Lord Salvidon would let me be apart of his assassins guild. But he sees me as just a child.

"Nice work, Ambri!" Tim exclaims, "though towards the end you seemed distracted, if you were in battle, you'd have a blind spot. And," he walks over to me as I sheath the sword I had. He walks behind me and puts his thumb on my neck, and slides it to the other side. "Dead, you would have been dead, Ambridge. And that is the one thing you do not want." He steps in front of me as I rub my neck where he touched. "Now, wash up." He gently shoves me to the gates.

As I plummet down to my bed, one thing is forced into my mind. "An assassin is all I ever want to be, I will never settle down, bare children, or even father any. I am too small to fight as a knight, milord said. So becoming an assassin is what I shall become."