Glacia's Assassin

The Story Begins

Ok yeah as I was reading my sneak peek I figured out you guys really have like, no idea what the heck is going on so uh I'm going to cover a few things before I kick off the story.

Glacia: Glacia is a large kingdom. Once under the rule of a noble beloved king. Now under the rule of the late king's son, King Stefan. The kingdom is crumbling and the King is near waging war against forces that outnumber the ranks of Glacia.
Tessa/Sparta: More will be said about both Tessa and Sparta as the story progresses.

More will be cleared up as the story progresses and if you need explaining tell me. Enjoy heh heh 😊
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2 months and 29 days before
Tessa's POV:
I had been able to find my way to the maid quarters without being seen. I had hid in a closet all night and could not fall asleep without the sick feeling that someone knew she was here, in the palace and she would be killed for treason against the king.
Luckily, there were so many maids in this wretched place that I would easily have fit in should I decide to hide in plain sight. That was exactly what I would do.
I rummaged through the contents of the closet and found a maid's uniform. I sighed in relief. I changed into it and stuffed my old clothing into a barrel and buried it beneath as much junk I could find in the small closet.
I pressed my ear against the door and listened closely for signs of activity outside. It was dead silent so I very slowly, creeped out of the closet and into the hall. Today was the first day of my mission, to overthrow the king.

Sparta's POV:
I woke up to the normal noise was of the guard quarters. Many were just waking up while others were already at their posts around the palace.
"Sparta, looks like we're both at the garden this morning." Wren was already dressed in his uniform. I ran a hand through my hair and sighed.
"Ok hold on I need to get dressed." Wren nodded curtly and walked off obviously frustrated by my lack of friendship recently.
Soon Wren and I were walking down toward the royal gardens. The palace halls were near empty and dead quiet. Wren cleared his throat and I ignored him. I could not give in and talk to Wren. I wanted him to know that I would not easily forgive him for what he did.
A few weeks ago, I had met a maid in the kitchens. Her hands had hideous scars all over them and her eyes were dull. She had matted mousy brown hair and a dirty gray ragged dress.
Her name was Amberly. Amberly was an escapee from our neighboring country, Lithian. We had fought Lithian many times in history and had taken over a string of small port cities about a year ago.
Amberly was from Paranol, the biggest of the port cities. Most of the people who had lived there were killed. Men, women, and children. She had barely survived the night of the attack and had fled to Glacia for safety. She had been snuck into the palace and had been working as a scullery maid since.
I had fallen in love with her the moment I saw her. She was brave, imaginative, caring, and perfect to me. I found excuses to go down to the kitchen just to see her every now and then. She had loved me too and told me so on my 20th birthday. I knew that when I could get out of this palace, I wanted a life with her.
I told Wren, my best friend about Amberly. I had trusted him not to turn her in. I had trusted him. It was the worst mistake of my life. And I regretted every single day. That night after telling Wren and putting my trust him he turned Amberly in. She was dead by morning. I swore I could never forgive myself or Wren.
And here he was, walking by my side.
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I know it's pretty short I'm sorry. 😖 I hope you like it and thanks for reading :) I know it's needs some work and that I've probably made a lot of mistakes so please let me know if I need to fix anything. I want to thank 4everAloneAnAwkward for the encouragement and laughandwalkaway for getting me started on this whole wattpad thing thank youuuuuuuu ~Whatever you wanna call me (Roxy, Amateur Writer, Etc.)