The Fate Of The Assassin

Prologue

Queen Eleanor was sited very still in her bedroom. She observed her figure in the full body mirror in front of her. Her sins had caught up to her, and she already looked like a corps. Her pale skin and dark circles in her eyes only added a more worn out look to her already skinny figure. Would she go to Heaven or Hell? Purgatory perhaps, not that she believed in those sort of stuff, despite growing up in a palace, but she already felt like a ghost in a dark bedroom. The colours were even starting to fade around her. She knew this day would come eventually. She watched her life flashing in front of her eyes. All the choices she had made, all the decisions, could she have done something to prevent this? Well, she could have, but it didn't matter now, her fate was sealed. All this time, Eleanor was raised for one single purpose: to save Taeran, a goal that she achieved for a few years. She felt like crying, but she didn't, she had cried enough already. For all the time she was married to the king of Caeran, her kingdom prospered and her subjects lived in peace. The king was a sensitive man, he sometimes would wake up screaming in the middle of the night with a murderess look in his eyes. The doctors called it the bipolar disease. She should have been more careful, but love wasn't something she could have simply ignore. It was one of her greatest flaws: being driven by her emotions to much. No one had told her to fall for the Captain of the Guard. Looking back, yes, there were things that she could have done differently but a crying from the crib beside her bed, removed her from dwelling in her thoughts any longer:
" It's okay, everything is going to be okay" cradling her child's crib, trying to tranquilize her and herself. Someone knocked on the door, she startled.
"It's me" she let Christopher in.
" Hurry we don't have much time" he said holding the baby.
"Where are you taking her?"
" It's best if you don't know, Elle"
" He will kill me either way" Christopher starred at her. She looked as beautiful as in the day they had first met. They were both only children when Christopher joined the Guard. Destined to be apart. But not even fate could prevent them from falling in love over the years.
" You don't have to stay here Elle, I can save both of you"
" Someone has to buy you some time, I'm her mother, it's my job" he spooned her left cheek, while holding the baby with one hand.
" I will always love you Elle"
" I never loved anyone else"
" I will trust her to the only person I trust in this world, than I will prepare my things and bale first thing in the morning" she nodded, they kissed one last time. In the background, the kings guard stormed through the halls of the Queen's wing, ready to confront her. Christopher left the bedroom and ran towards the catacombs of the palace, where the headquarters of the Guard were stationed. He used a secret passage behind the back of a book shelve in Eleanor's room, which no one knew about, the one he had used so many times to meet the love of his life. How the king had found the baby was not his he would never know.
A few minutes later, Eleanor was alone with the king and his soldiers " Where is it!? Where is it!?" he kept screaming while slapping her and knocked her to the ground. The bruises had increased substantially over the years, due to his psychotic outbreaks, but this wasn't the disease's doing anymore, it was pure madness.
The screaming and Eleanor's cries of pain went on for another hour until they ceased, and the palace went silent. In a few weeks time, the beloved queen's funeral was arranged, thousands of people came to say goodbye to her sovereign and, for the people of Taeran, goodbye to an era of peace. The palace claimed the queen had died of a heart attack, and the hideous crime that took place in the palace that day was never discussed again.