The Assassin's Prince

Chapter 1: Morrow

Morrow falls from the rafters of the palace, sneaking in was no easy task. She had gotten past the walls and most of the guards, but now she had to find her way into the Princes' Chambers. She slinks down the marble stone hallway quickly making her way towards her target. She felt a little anxiety embroiled inside her body churning like a snake eating a mouse, her hands were growing cold like that feeling as if she washed them outside in a puddle. This was her first mission, but she knew she had to be confident about it. She was quite impressed by the beautiful green drapery that hung on the walls carefully embroidered with a silver falcon on them.  Morrow noticed that on the sides of the drapes hung small sconces that illuminated the palace with ease reflecting off the stone walls. 

She finally comes across some guards; it was time for the shift change, so it was going to be easy. As the other two walk away, Morrow jumps from rafter to rafter as best as she could. She feels her foot slip on the slick wood from where pigeons came to nest. "Shit." she says almost falling on the guards. The guard on the left suddenly becomes alert and looks around for the noise. 

" Hey, did you hear something?" He says, ready for anything to happen. 

"Gerald it was probably that pigeon again ready to shit on your head again." The other guard sarcastically comments. 

Morrow crouches as small as she could on the rafter beam to avoid any sorts of detection from the guards.  She knew the job was not done yet she still had to get into the prince's chambers. 

After the guards came at ease again, Morrow swings down to the next rafter beam. Morrow glanced around on the rafter beams noticing the amount of pigeon's nests.  To keep the rats and pigeons at bay, there was a reason falcon were loved so much.  Remember your training, Morrow. She tells herself. Ignoring the thought of the pigeons nesting in the behemoth called royal palace. 

Morrow takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for a moment to regain her concentration. Then jumps down to face the guards below her. 

"Hello there." she says smugly. She pulls out her rapier ready for defense.

"Who are you?" the guards look at her confused.  She rolls her eyes and taps her rapier in her hand.

"I am Morrow" he says replying to his question. 

The guard named Gerald replies in a careless tone, "eh never heard of you." 

"Also, we knew you were up there the whole time, you don't scare us." The unnamed guard adds to Gerald's comment. 

"Yeah, what Herald said, we knew you were up there." he jumps at her a little trying to intimidate her. Morrow rolls her eyes clearly annoyed. Oh now he has a name.

"I am Morrow. again" she says as she advances on them quickly catching them off guard before they could attack her. Morrow snags a drapery off the wall and throws it onto Herald. She then kicks him in the chest right into Gerald...which successfully knocks Herald out. Gerald tries to strike at her, but she quickly deflects him remembering her grueling training session. She rips Gerald's sword out of his hand and pommels him in the face knocking him out. 

Guards taken care of. 

Morrow pushes open the doors they made a loud creaking sound clearly needing sign of work needing to be done, "Hey Hera. I was just thinking what if I wore the red suit to dinner tonight?"   She heard a deep voice echo from the adjacent room. 

She walks in the room further looking at the decorations, his room was not at all lavish but simple. A singular drapery hung above the bed showing the crest of the falcon on it with two sconces on each side of it, adjacent to that on the far side of the room sat the windows and a small exit to the balcony.