Liridia

Chapter 5: The 'war'

Liridia
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He goes on and on about who his sister is, who she works for, how important she is to the future of this world. I stop listening half way through because why do I need to know this? She works for General Black of the Royal Guard as Head of Recruitment and Communication, she recruits people from around Erroykyn as warriors and that the army capacity is growing with each passing day, blah blah blah.

I finally listen when he gets talking about why it will start a war. It basically is as follows, so if she dies, the small differences between the king of the West Lands and the king of the East Lands that have been put aside for the greater good of this world will become huge once more and will spark into full scale war between the Lands. And that is because guess what? She is the King of the West Lands daughter who only slightly double crossed her father and went working for the King of the East Lands.

"Wait wait wait! Repeat that." I say staring at him in astonishment. He repeats it. "So you are royalty?" I ask, a bewildered expression crossing my face.

His eyes narrow in thought and finishes with a "No." I shake my head in horror as my spine tingles.

If his so called sister is the King of the West Lands daughter, then he is the son of the King. Oh my gods. I kicked him in the ribs, pinned him against a wall, threatened him, tied him to a bed frame, gagged him and dragged him up the stairs in an unconscious state! I could be sent to the gallows to be hanged for treason, assault, and murdering countless people if he reported me to the Royal Guard!

"You look stricken, are you okay?" He asks tilting his head to the side. I feel light headed. "My father disowned me. If you're worried that I would've sent my endless amount of guards to help me drag you to the gallows, then you're out of the woods. I make a living from odd jobs here and there, not sitting on my backside in a shiny chair wondering who to marry." He spits, like what he's saying is something bitter and vile and can't stand the taste of the words. Like he's talking about some terrible personal experience that has hurt him deep inside.

I sigh in relief. He won't tattle to his father. "What? you thought I would tell my father?" He scoffs, "He hates me and would rather me dead than wandering the lands! Like he would listen to anything I say." I stay quiet and think about the relationship between his father and his formerly royal self.

"So who were your friends?" I ask.

"Just that, friends. Who owed me one." He glanced away. I can tell they were hired by the way he says 'friends'.

"So it was an act to get attention?" I muse, one eyebrow raised.

"I have an informant who told me their was someone who could do the job, I thought the person would try to help if they heard someone being hurt. I was right." He tilts his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Only coincidently." I snap. His smile fades. "So who is the informant?" I ask, wanting to know who knows my identity.

"Oh, I can't tell you that. Even I don't know his name." He finishes staring slightly to the left of me.

So it's a He.

"You know, there's one thing I've learned in my time as an assassin." I start grimly. He swallows and stares hard at me, he probably thinks I'll kill him for some obscure reason.

"And what's that?" He says quietly, almost under his breath.

"That you can't possibly lie to a liar." I shake my head smiling, like he's said something stupid and obvious, like a child.

"So who is it?" I say plainly, staring at the beams in the ceiling and crossing my arms in boredom.

"I can't tell you that." He says.