The Assassin's Court

Chapter 5

Vivian could not decipher the man's expression as the words flew out of her mouth. It couldn't be that he was surprised to discover a Raven because Vivian now knew who he was.
Or, had an idea.
He is definitely a member of an Assassin's Court. That much she was sure of. The way he reacted told measures. He knew who the Ravens were, and what a Secondary Leader is.
Common folk may hear whispers of the Assassin Courts, but they don't know the names nor titles. But he did, which proves that he is in fact involved with a Court. And somehow, she knew he was important. It takes a certain position in a Court to make someone so confident and ready in an interrogation. And the way he moved...
He was fast. Well trained.
The thought of him being the Leader of the Knights suddenly became more accurate. Perhaps testing the waters would be an exact way to find out.
"So, where's your pin?" She asked.
Only the stallion's hooves could be heard as he stepped on fallen branches.
When he didn't answer, Vivian shook her arms, the manacles on her wrist clinking together. If being obnoxious was the only way to get his attention, then that is precisely what she would do.
"Where is your pin?" She asked once more.
No response.
She bit her lip as she glanced at the twinkling night stars. By the Gods, she really did not want to upset the possible Leader of the Knights, but what else was she to do? He wasn't very cordial.
She turned around to face him. His eyes were focused ahead, refusing to pay her any mind.

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The Leader of the Knights wasn't sure where to look when she faced him. Before, he had only been watching for any movement from both the woman that was saddled in front of him and the creatures within the forest.
When he discovered who she truly was, only one option seemed best. Take her to The Knight hideout and get whatever information he could out of her. But with that, came so many risks.
One being that if she were to somehow escape and go running back to her Leader, she would inevitably expose The Knight hideout location.
But he already thought ahead.
From the piece of cloth that was ripped off his suit, he would use it as a blindfold for when they were close enough for her to be able to notice specific details. For now, she needn't wear it since miles of trees lined every inch of their surroundings. 

That's what he focused on as her eyes pierced through his. The snow that coated the tall, winter-ridden trees. It was obvious what she was doing and he would not give her the satisfaction of falling into her trap.

She scanned him up and down, eyes alight and curious. He was somewhat impressed that she managed to not lose balance and fall off of his stallion—Aevon. But then again, it would be nearly impossible to do so, since he is gripping her waist to the point of faulty blood circulation, and the manacles that constrain her arms and ankles are not going to loosen any time soon.
"C'mon, I know you have a pin," she pestered.
It was true. He did have a pin. And so did she. Only the highest ranking's in an Assassin's Court receive a pin specific to their Court. His was a spectacular golden one with an image of a silver sword glinting in the light.
A Knight's sword.
She attempted to poke his side as her arm reached out, but he didn't bother to dodge. He knew very well that the manacles around her wrists would catch her in the action. The movement left a band of cut around her wrists, especially near the bone. A bit of blood trickled down her arm and onto the ground. That had to have hurt, badly. Tomorrow, there would no doubt be an imprint that would remain for days to come. The Leader of the Knights could not comprehend why she would do such an idiotic thing. His brows furrowed in concentration.

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Vivian knew she had accomplished exactly what she wanted to when he no longer watched the woods but fell into complete blankness. Vivian knew very well that she wouldn't be able to touch him, but instead harm herself when the manacles slit across her skin. It hurt like hell, but it was the first step to her plan--if she could even call it that. She also didn't care to wipe the blood off of her arm. 
And somehow, she knew that he would be bewildered in why she would do something like that. Though, she wasn't sure if he thought her stupid or desperate. Perhaps both.
She didn't care, so long as she discovered his true identity.
She snapped her fingers together, hoping to annoy the hell out of him. Step two of her so-called plan. It became more frequent and louder. Even she grew tired of not only the movement but the noise itself.