Red
Ivar fell asleep not long after Zeke left. I inevitably crawled into his stable and laid down in the corner. I didn't sleep though, instead, I laid out my plan for tomorrow.
Tonight I would scout. And tomorrow I would kill.
I usually preferred to take a couple of weeks to scout but due to the time crunch of this errand, I would have to act fast.
Killing the king, was big. But Zeke gave me my task and I had to complete it.
I tilted my head, looking through the window, I spotted the sun and figured it to be around two in the afternoon.
Open grounds would end around five. So I had three hours to doll myself up and explore as much of the castle as I could.
Then once darkness falls I study the King's night routine. Hopefully, he follows the same routine tomorrow night.
Ivar snorted and pulled me from planning. He was still asleep.
Now or Never. I silently snuck out of his stall and went to the manor.
Unlike this morning, the manor was full of life. Lower assassins, or tenderfoots, slumped around, hissing at servants and grumbling about politics. I rolled my eyes as one tenderfoot leered at me with their bloodthirsty gaze.
One flick of my wrist and I could spill your intestines on the pristine wood floor. I half debated it, but realized I had no time to waste cleaning up the mess. Which Zeke would surely make me do.
I continued up the stairs until reaching the third floor. Which only the most adept assassins were allowed up here.
Which included Zeke, Fenris, Blade, and I.
Though Fenris and Blade were rarely in and Zeke was always doing something around the manor, so it was usually just me padding around the top floor.
Once in my room, I started searching my closet for a dress. A beautiful red dress caught my eye. Gold lined the sleeves, contrasting the red fabric. Its modest cut and low back seemed perfect for castle attire. I never remember purchasing this dress. I squinted softly at the beautiful designs. It was my mom's. A pang of sadness caught me off guard.
I quickly pushed off my emotions and started getting ready. Makeup, hair, the whole works.
In under thirty minutes, I went from dark assassin to noblewoman. I cast a longing look at my usual attire, dreading going through the Shadowed Manor dressed like this.
After checking the placement of all my weapons, I took a steadying breath and began my steady trek through the manor.
I noticed that some tenderfoots didn't recognize me. Their whispered gossip questioning if I was Zeke's plaything.
Two tenderfoots even had the audacity to call me a whore. I paused in my descending of the staircase and backtracked to the second floor, where they lounged against a wall.
I slowly walked towards them, putting some swing in my hips and giving them the completely wrong idea.
The two Nimrods even reached out to me. With three quick movements, I unfolded my hands, grabbed two daggers that were strapped to my forearms, and threw the daggers at their outstretched hands.
Their hands were pinned to the wall and both males cried out in pain. I smirked at their pain and debated talking to them.
"I think what Red means to say is you best study up on your famous assassins before you go bad-mouthing anyone in this place." A deep voice rumbled from behind me.
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Red's Demise
Fantasy(Previously known as Little Red Riding Hood) "I wish I could say I was doing good in the world. Ridding it of its waste and evil. But really, I'm no better than those I kill. I liked killing. I liked holding life in my hands. I liked proving I wa...
