Sanders Sides One Shots: Volume 2 [COMPLETED]

Mind Set To Kill, Heart Set To Kiss (Prinxiety)

November 26th, 2018
Requested by RoseFlower08
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Virgil's only information was that he needed to kill the Prince of the Kingdom of Sunrise. It was the only information he needed. He could handle the rest; he could get his name, he could get his own suit for the ball he was attending, he could polish his daggers, and he could for certain, without a doubt, stay focused on getting the prince alone so he could make his move.

The life of an assassin was like this. He couldn't afford to have empathy or sympathy for his targets, not if he wanted to get paid. He'd long since lost all feelings. Virgil didn't consider himself human anymore, just a lifeless being designed to kill.

His breathing was even as he walked up the steps to the ball being held in the Sunrise Palace. It shimmered under the ironically setting sun as the night drew closer. To him, the palace's pretty appearance was pointless, but it was clear he was in the minority that felt that way. Other guests were gawking and pointing at the shiny, tinted glass that formed the windows and the polished gold accents all over the castle entrance. It was designed to awe and impress; Virgil was neither.

His appearance could be impressive, he supposed, but he really didn't have a care of what he looked like; the black suit and purple accents were drawing eyes onto him though.

White suit, red sash, he said in his mind. He repeated it as he and the other guests were herded toward the ballroom. He didn't know what the prince looked like aside from: white suit, red sash.

There was excitement buzzing in the air, excitement that Virgil didn't share. He felt nothing. He never did.

The first hour of the evening was spent surveying the environment, memorizing the layout of the ballroom, the closet exits, the easiest places to stand and not be noticed. His dagger sat in the inside pocket of his suit, a familiar weight to remind him what he was here to do. He hadn't found the prince, so he assumed he wasn't arriving until later. He stood on the edge of the dance floor, simply taking slow sips of his beverage. It tasted like champagne though it didn't concern him.

Virgil's sharp eyes moved around the room before darting toward opening doors at the top of the curved staircase at the back of the ballroom. He assumed it led into another part of the palace, and he had to be correct, as a man now stood at the top of the staircase with a bright smile. His hair shimmered under the light of the chandeliers and he could see even from his distance that his eyes sparkled.

He hadn't even fully inspected this new comer, but to his shock, he felt something. His face felt warm and his chest felt like it was expanding. He quickly looked away as he tried to get a grip on himself.

What the hell? he thought, reaching up to run his fingers nervously through his hair. Stay focused.

Virgil's eyes traveled back up to the new comer, who was now making his way down the steps toward someone who was addressing him. It was as he was walking that he realized. White suit, red sash.

His target. The prince.

A different emotion seemed to wash over him. He felt uncomfortable, like he was going to be sick. The assassin swallowed and shoved down the feelings as he took a larger sip of the champagne. Now he seemed to be able to taste the alcohol.

The prince was shaking hands and talking with people as he joined the ball. His smile was dazzling and the way he moved captivated him for some unknown reason other than the fact that there was a target on his head. Virgil was going to have find a way to get him alone.