The Blood Heir

Chapter Five: Desideratum

     Nyla leaned against the doorway, the wood groaning beneath her weight. The room slightly suffocated her, but she had to do this. Her suit squelched as she moved forward. Thankfully her skin was not soaked like her clothing was. The sky had decided to storm when she had decided to call in an old debt. Nyla scowled beneath her hood at the men who gawked with absolutely no shame. They knew exactly who she was. And so did Vivian. She pushed a random stranger off of her, "Ah, the Seraphim." Nyla's lip pulled back from her teeth and the men and women alike went scrambling from the room. All of Vivian's courtesans leisurely got up and walked out begrudgingly. They all knew who she was, and they all knew that if any one of them betrayed her, she would slice their pretty faces into oblivion. "Hello Vivian." She snarled in greeting. "I heard you have been in my hunting grounds, I thought we agreed-" Nyla cut her off with an elegant wave of her hand, "It was for an assignment, I had no other choice." Nyla hands itched to take off the glittering tiara that gently rested on her head, underneath her hood, and burn the silver until it melted into nothing, but she still had work to do. As a princess, and an assasin. The tall blonde female stood, her thin body bare in front of Nyla. The woman had no shame. "You look well." Vivian said, eyeing her up and down. Nyla grimaced, the woman had been with everyone and anyone who would pay, men, women, even royalty. And all of her clients were very loyal. "I'm guessing that you are not here to accept my offer." Vivian took her chin in her hand and Nyla ripped it out of her grip, "I will never become one of your clients, Vivian." She laughed, her cackle filling the small room, "Oh, my lovely little assassin, I wouldn't want you to be my client. I want you to be my prodigy." Nyla stepped away from the head mistress, "Are you mad?" Vivian shrugged, her naked body still supple although she had to be well into her forties. "Possibly, but I know you would make such a good-" Nyla cut her off, "I've come for that favor you owe me." Vivian smiled, her lips curving sinisterly. The woman strutted back to where she had been laying, plucking a maroon robe off of the chair and slipping it on, "I understand. Please, come with me." 

     Her brown eyes darkened, "I don't understand what you are asking." Nyla sighed, her patience was wearing thin. She had been on edge since she had been taken to Vivian's personal quarters, where her special clients were serviced. "I'm asking you to-" A royal guard burst into the room, breaking the doors off it's hinges. Nyla immediately stood, holding a blade to Vivian's throat. "Halt!" The guard yelled. Nyla laughed, the sound distorted from the mask covering her face. All of the royal guards were so predictable. They all wanted to be heroes and save the day, but she knew every one of their secrets. "Let me leave, or she dies." Nyla stated and began to move towards the door, her grip on Vivian light so she didn't hurt the woman. The guard stepped forward, "My orders from the king were to capture you. No matter the cost of any innocent lives. So kill her, if that's what you desire." Nyla's throat went dry and Vivian went still beneath her grip. The guards had always valued the lives of the innocent bystanders more then capturing the assassin, so she could hold a hostage and get away with no issues. But they came with the intent to imprison her, not to save the people of the capital city from her. Her heart stopped for a moment before a plan formed in her head. "And what if this was your beloved Princess Nyla?" She asked, motioning her head to the woman held hostage in her arms. The guard halted, his sword dropping slightly. It gave her just enough time. She released Vivian gently into the closest chair, then she threw her dagger. It hit directly where she aimed it, between the chest plate and arm piece of the armor all the royal guards wore. A perfect place to injure, but not to kill. The guard screamed, his hand shooting up to the dagger stuck in his shoulder. Nyla took her chance and ran out the door, only to push herself flush against the wall. A whole battalion was waiting in the main room of the brothel. She cursed under her breath and looked down the opposite hallway. Perfect, she thought to herself and  bolted towards the other end of the building.