Fit to be Queen [Sinbad x OC]

part two

It would take a lot to make the stubborn girl give up on her goal, and she wasn't at that point yet. However, she was much less confident than she was the previous night. She also didn't have the element of surprise on her side anymore, either.

Iris hid from Sinbad the entire day while trying to observe his actions to determine when was the best time to make her move. It'd be rather embarrassing to be caught in the same position she was in the previous night.

When the encounter crossed her mind, she couldn't help but become red with shyness. Her stomach fluttered, but she was simultaneously filled with irritation.

"Damn him." Iris muttered under her breath, one side of her neck sore from what the King had done to her. Luckily, her thick bangle-like neck-piece covered the bruises. It brought her anger, but the bitterness fueled her desire to get back at the man and follow through on her intent to assassinate him.

She had picked up clothes that were native to Sindria and more suitable to her tropical environment with breezy, light-colored fabric fitting loosely around her figure. The shorts allowed for mobility and were generous to the Southern heat, as well as the open shoulders. But the high neck provided her with the modesty that she preferred. The previous night she hadn't adorned her usual weapon in favor of using tools that kept the attack further from her body, for intellect suggested she should stay as far from the man who could easily out-strengthen her if she were caught.

And she was caught. Seeing as that plan failed, she went back to her trusty claws. Taking the form of a ring on the middle fingers of each of her hands, when she wanted to use them, the gold-toned weapons each extended in the form of a long, needle-like claw. This type of weapon worked well with her skillset as an assassin, but sometime strategy led her to utilize other means to take the lives of her targets. Using her favored tool required her to get remarkably close to her victim, but she didn't have the physical prowess and muscular strength to do well when she was not free to rely on speed and agility.

Which clearly led to the unfortunate events of the night prior.

Now that Sinbad knew her face, sneaking up on him would be that much harder, but she wasn't giving up.

Iris didn't dare to follow and watch the King from the palace itself, but rather used the foliage and grand architecture outside of the building to watch what was going on inside. She watched the - luckily now clothed - purple-haired man enter an office-like space with a shorter white-haired man that she had seen with the Eight Generals and another unfamiliar face. There was a small window to the office space, so instead of watching, the girl listened to the conversation just beneath it so she wouldn't be noticed. Perching herself on a rooftop that extended above a floor beneath them.

It was hard to hear the conversation that was had, but after about half an hour she could make out that the single door had opened and closed. The muttering had stopped. There was either a single person left in the office or no one at all.

She creeped to the side of the window, peering inside and praying she wouldn't be seen. The window was located behind the office's desk. Surely enough, silky violet hair draped over the desk-chair as the strong physique of the notorious man hunched over paperwork.

Her heartbeat quickened. Her target was alone, and she had to be confident in her skills that she would succeed this time.

Iris swung herself onto the windowsill silently, releasing the claw of her dominant hand. Before the King could even notice the change in the air, she launched herself at him.

The wooden chair clattered to the floor. The girl's small frame was completely spun around by the strength of a single large arm. The hand in which her claw had been unsheathed was held about her head, immobilizing it.