The Assassin and The Sadistic Prince

Chapter 3

I watched the ten year old me sit on my bed in the small camp. I was bloody and scared, my beautiful white dress was now stained with blood as I held the knife in my hand. My parents, my sweet and kind parents, now dead and laying in a pool of blood, their skin cold and pale, their dead eyes staring back at me as I shook in fear. The smell of my Mother's hair filled the small hut, making my eyes overflow with tears. "M-Mommy? D-Daddy?" I called out, hoping they were alive but deep down I knew that they would never come back. I wanted to run up and hug the smaller me, I wanted to tell her that they wouldn't come back, no matter how hard we wished. I had only moved to India three days ago, oh how vividly I remember the move and the details of my dead parents. So many children died, it was just me, Elliot, and Nikki as the children in that camp. Our parents were loving and caring, unlike all the other adults. I got up and dropped to my knees in the pool of blood and hugged my Mother's corpse. I cried into her shoulder, "Mommy! Please come back, give me hugs and kisses and say everything will be okay!" Sadly, it never happened. They were dead. I didn't want to accept it, I still don't, but I can't deny that I killed them. I remembered all the thoughts that rushed through my mind in that moment as I hugged her. I wanted her to come back, I wanted her to hug and pat me on the head like she always did. I called and called, but she never came back.

After what felt like hours of crying a boy stepped in, it was someone I had never seen before. He had short brown hair and jewels that lined his neck. He walked up to me and yanked my hair, "Father! Come look at this girl! She has the most peculiar hair!" His father walked in, bearing a close resemblance to his son. The man sighed, "Well, we can't leave her. I'm sure her clan won't mind us taking her, she is just a child after all." I struggled and screamed. I couldn't go up to the boy and rip me away from him, I couldn't even warn the smaller me of what was going to happen to her. I could only sit and watch as I was dragged out by that boy. I saw Elliot and he threw rocks at the king, yelling, "Don't touch Akiira, you filthy prince!" I wanted to push him out of the way but I couldn't. The prince took his tiny sword and stabbed it right through Elliot's stomach. Elliot coughed up blood and looked at the prince. The sword was pulled out and Elliot fell back, the prince stabbing him many times before the king pulled him away. I screamed, trying to pull away from the king, who now had a tight grip on my hair. I watched as Elliot's parents cried, their hands over their mouths as they hid in the trees. The prince turned to the smaller me and smiled, "You will be my princess! You're going to love it!"
I shook my head and screamed, "No way!"

It was month since the smaller me shared the same room as the small prince. I was fragile and bruised. The prince trotted into his room where I sat, "Oh Akiira!" The small and frail me looked up from the book I was given.
I shakily responded, "Y-Yes dear?"
"Do you want to go outside? Are your ankles all better?" The prince seemed very excited to go outside.
"Sure dear." I'd nodded and put my book to the side, swinging my legs off the bed and hopped off, trotting towards the prince. He took my hand and smiled as he led me outside. He took me to the market and once he turned his back I ran away, I ran back to my clan and Nikki accepted me back in.

I woke up from the flashback, breathing heavily. I was back in my room and it had been two months since I started working for him. I looked around, thinking I was still the younger. Even know I had to wonder if they prince was the prince I knew. I could only assume it was. The gods may have sent me a message to say that it was fate we meet again. I saw Alkbah walk into the room and sit down. He grabbed my hand and examined it very quietly. He never was this quiet and I presume something was wrong, since normally he would be yelling at me to start working. I looked down at my hand and its knuckles were purple. He sighed, "You fell down the stairs and ended up injuring your hands and ankles. You'll be stuck with me for now until you get better." A smile spread across his face as he said his last line.
"You see, you remind me of a girl I met in my childhood. Same purple hair, same silver eyes. I don't remember her name though. She was supposed to be my princess, my queen. The only reason I haven't hurt you severally is because I would never lay a finger on her." He said as he examined my hand.
"W-Well what if I was her. Not saying I am, just a 'what if' situation." I said shakily, now knowing I was the girl he wanted to marry.
"Well first I would ask you why you left me, I treated you so nicely after all. Then I'd make sure you never leave this room unless you are accompanied by me. Lastly, I'd make sure you never leave the castle walls ever again and I'd slaughter your entire clan in front of you. One. By. One." He said slowly, sending chills down my spine.
I was now utterly terrified to tell him the truth. That smile of his was deceptive, the normal person couldn't see through it if they tried. His people thought of him as charming and caring. When you saw how he really was it, made you question why you follow him.
"W-Well I'm feeling much better. I best get-"
"No, you are staying here. I can't allow you to get injured again." His eyes looked glassy, "My princess, don't leave me again..."
"I'm-" I cut myself off, maybe comforting him could help, "I'm right here Dear. I won't leave your side." I remembered what I had said as a child.

I had fallen down the palace stairs while playing tag with the prince. I went into a coma for three days. When I woke up the prince, my husband, hugged me tightly. He cried, "Don't ever leave me again, my princess." I always comforted him like my mother did to me. I whispered to him gently, "I won't dear, I won't ever leave you. I promise." I broke the promise. I was blinded by the thought of being able to see my clan again and I ran. I ran from the guards, the prince, the palace. I jumped over stalls and through alleys, never stopping until I got to my clan. I could still remember the young prince's cries for me to come back, saying I promised that I would never leave him.

When I snapped out of my small flashback the prince was crying into my shoulder, telling me to never leave him and to always stay by his side and be his queen. I hugged him close, running my fingers through his hair and talking in a soft tone, "It's okay Dear, I never left you on purpose. It was my own selfish thoughts that made me run away from here. I won't leave your side. If you ever need me I'm right here, reading a book and sitting in bed." The prince looked up at me, wiping his eyes.
"You sound so much like her! Her calm voice, her beautiful, silken, purple hair. Her gorgeous silver eyes! How much longer must I wait until she comes back! I vowed my love to her and she ran! She promised, Akiira! She promise me she would never leave!"

After a few minutes of crying the prince finally fell asleep. I tucked him in quietly and swung my legs off the bed, feeling pain shoot up my legs once I put pressure on them. I'd fell to my knees, knowing my ankles are the source of the pain, it shouldn't be a problem if I crawl my way to the exit. I crawled to the door, getting up a bit to open the door and fell forward as it swung open. I used the wall to support my weight and made my way to the stairs, Lisa tugging on my arm.
"Don't leave my Brother... I-I'll tell him who you really are. I-I know!" She said, threatening to tell her brother.
"Go ahead then!" I yelled as I slide down the railing and fell off, I limped down halls, ignoring the pain in my legs. I went down a long hall and soon heard the prince's voice, filled with rage, "Akiira!"
When I heard his footsteps getting closer I ran into the nearest room, hiding behind boxes as I slammed the door behind me. When he entered the room I out my hands over my mouth, my breathing starting to quicken and get heavier.
"Oh Akiira dear, Lisa told me everything." I was so scared I didn't notice that he came up behind me and pulled me up, wrapping me in a big hug.
"She lied!" I screamed as I tried to break away from the hug.
"Oh, my sister knows better than to lie, especially about my only love." He cooed in my ear.
"I'm not your love! I screamed, squirming around.
He secured me against him tightly and quickly trailed his hands down my legs and up into my dress, squeezing my bottom. I stood and a light blush filled my cheeks before I slapped him away and fell of the ground. He sighed, "My dear, why don't we go back and get you all cleaned up? You're so dirty from dropping to the floor all day." I looked at my legs and arms, it was true. I had cuts and bruises all over from me dropping to the floor, and dust covered my knees. He took my silence as a yes and picked me up bridal style, carrying me to the bath house.
He handed me a towel and kissed my cheek as he gently put me down in the bath. I sat there, covering my naked body the best I could with my hands. "Can't I take a bath by myself? I'm not five anymore, I don't need help bathing." I snapped at him and he sighed in disappointment, "Well you could, but you would loose your feet. Can't risk you running away, now can I?"
"You said you wouldn't lay a finger on your dear wife." I smirked in a cocky manner before he tugged me close and whispered in my ear, "I also said I wouldn't let her leave."
"You wouldn't actually cut her feet off!" I replied. He did say he wouldn't harm me severely since I looked like the past me, but now that he knows, he wouldn't lay a finger on me. He swiftly grabbed my ankle and started to squeeze it, making me scream. He had a serious look in his eyes as he stopped.
I bathed in silence the rest of the time until I felt like I needed to get out. When that time came I slipped out and Lisa escorted me to my room and on the way there I heard a low voice that followed me down the hall, "So this is what my dear brother dragged in... A little street rat." After I heard that Lisa rushed me into my room and helped me change into my nightgown. She tucked me into bed and smiled, setting a glass of water by my bedside and she hurried out, yelling someone's name.