The Failed Assassin

Opal

Emma woke up looking around and sighing as she stretched out andstood quickly working to change her clothing from night clothing today ones. She pulled her hair back and did a quick braid grabbing uphalf of her hair from the top and quickly braided it close to herhead, once she got to the point the back of her head met her neck sheadded on the second half of her hair and from there finished thebraid, once it was she wrapped it in a bun, pushing the bottom partof the braid between her head and the top part of her braid finishingit up in a bun. She hated allowing her hair down since it would getin her face and in her way.

And of course she couldn't use the hair pins.

No, they were sequestered away, along with the colored glass, chains,sewing needles, and thread. They were hidden underneath the bed tiedup with a little bit of fabric from her shift in a little bad. Theywould think is a bit of country magic, as was her hairstylepredominantly worn by women in the country though it was gainingpopularity among servants.

They really were fools. Why would they not take any and everythingfrom a Maker? They all saw firsthand how powerful they were, if theywere all tripping over themselves over one who took an eternity tomake one sock compared to how fast Emma could make a pair. Perhapsher slip ups had not been too much? Were they underestimating her orwas she overestimating them? Either way it was better for her tooverestimate then to underestimate them, let them be content thinkingthey have her where they want her.

Plus, she still did not know what it was that they wanted from her.

She heard the door open and silently cursed herself, she hadn't hadtime to slip into character, she was still Emma, she needed to beNatasha now. She had little time to slip into her persona like a suitbut she could fake it for a little bit, she was used to the prince.

However when she turned she did not see him, no instead she saw awoman. She was immediately on guard, she'd rather deal with him thanany other, she knew what to expect from him. This woman was amystery; what she wanted, who she was, how she would react todefiance or meekness, everything was a mystery.

And Emma hated mysteries.

"So, you are his new toy." The woman nodded she was well puttogether, not a hair out of place and effected somehow like she was akind if curious. However something was setting off alarm bells forNatasha and she had lived a hard life in Beggar's Alley after hermother had died and her ailing father and her brother with her hadbeen sent unable to stay at the castle nor live anywhere else.

It hadn't taken long for her to learn to sense when danger was athand, they were lucky at Beggar's Alley since there were plentystrong men and women who worked hard jobs for little pay-which is whythey were in Beggar's Alley in the first place-that anyone who wasdangerous was soon dealt with. Plenty of places like Beggar's Alleydidn't have people to do that or who didn't do anything about it.Still she had learned to sense when something bad was happening.

And every alarm bell was going off in her head now.

Now she just had to figure out why? What kind of danger was thiswoman posing to her? It was now with her already analytic mind wasworking faster with the adrenaline soon placed her. The other Maker.The one who took so long to make the sock.

"Toy?" Natasha asked and the women looked at her with a twistedsmile.

"Yes, toy. You are a new toy for him. He will get bored with yousoon enough. Do not think you will take my place." She gave alittle laugh, as if the mere thought was laughable. Somehow comingoff as threatening and condescending as well.

"Take your place?" Natasha had it now, she was not sure about herin particular but she had ran into this type before, the type thatshe thought that she was, was reasonably sure she was.

"Yes. My place. I am his fiancee, it is I whowill be queen, it is I who has risen, it is I who amthe superior Maker." She growled out and at that even Natashacouldn't keep from laughing, "you are a prisoner!" She yelled outand Natasha nodded.

"Yes, if you could see how he interacts with me...I am sure that isthe furthest thing from his mind." She assured making sure to lookproperly shocked, disgusted and almost scared of just the thought, itis enough to throw the woman off. "I would rather take my life inthis prison most likely-let's be honest-going to be executed soonenough, then having to marry him. Spend my entire life with someonelike him." She gave a shudder and could see the curiosity inthe woman's eyes, wasn't she named after a stone or something? It wasonce a common name, Diamond and Silver common names, even in Beggar'sAlley there was an older man-a bit older then her father-named Gold.

"What d-" she stopped talking as the door opened and in cameWilhelm who looked shocked to see them both standing and speaking.

"Opal, what are you doing here?" He asked, ah, that was her name.Opal. Let's see now if Opal would take the bait? "Why are you here?You aren't to be here, go back to the study, you know your studiesare waiting." He sighed, why she hated embroidery so much confusedhim, she was a Maker, just make it and she'll be finished, she isexpected to finish one every two or so days, not work for a certainamount of time. Still he was more worried why she was here at all.The blue eyes looked from Wilhelm to the red headed Maker-Natasha-afew times before she left.

She still through a haughty look at Natasha as she left but Natashadidn't worry at the moment, if the seed she had planted takes root itwill be good for her, if not then no great loss. The chances of itblowing up in her face was small, this was more if her new planforming once again failed. If it failed she would be killed rightaway, so could only hope this backup plan worked.

I think we may be coming to the end of this story, this is myfirst original story I've posted online. I love it, let's just hope Ifinish strong.