Glacia's Assassin

The Masked Murderer

Heyo so like.. I have been sitting on my lazy butt not wanting to write the rest of my story and now that some of you have asked I have taken the liberty of writing part 7. I have been at a loss of words. So enjoy my writers block influenced chapter 7.
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2 months and 18 days ago
Sparta's POV:
I had given up on my attempt of vengeance for the guards who had died. I hardly knew the girl who had been responsible for all those unnecessary deaths. I did not know her name or why she was here.
I simply knew that the red headed girl was "Glacia's Assassin" as the palace staff called her. Only I knew her true identity.
For some reason I could not name, I simply could not bring myself to lock this girl up. I felt the weight of the secret everywhere I went. I could tell no one not even Wren. Especially not Wren.
I feared that someday her identity would be discovered and clues would trace back to me. Though the idea was preposterous it made me paranoid.
I was walking down to the guard quarters to pick up a coat and I saw the girl. I hesitated. Should I talk to her?
Does she recognize me?
She wasn't showing any signs of noticing me...
She turned her head to where I stood still pondering over what to do. She walked slightly faster now.
She knew who I was and she certainly knew I knew who she was. Without really thinking I began to follow her.
She stopped abruptly as we turned into a quiet hall. She turned around and gave me a hard glare.
I actually took a step back. This girl was not someone to mess with.
"Why might I ask, are you following me?" She had an edge to her voice. I could not believe this scullery maid (who was at least four inches shorter than me) had the nerve to talk to a guard like that. I cleared my throat and gave her an equally cold glare.
"Why might you assume I would follow you?" She raised gave me a cold smile. Gods, this girl was intimidating. "Look I wasn't born yesterday and we both know you weren't heading for the maids quarters.
I ran my hand through my hair not really sure what to say to her.
She turned on her heel and left without another word. I stood there like an idiot still at a loss for words.
As I was about to turn away the red head turned back around. She looked a little confused. Shouldn't I have been the one confused?
"What?" I asked her. She shook her head and walked back up to me.
"Aren't you going to ask me for my name?" I looked at her with an are you serious face.
"Did you want me to ask you for your name?" Her face reddened and she shook her head. "I just thought since you're a guard wouldn't you want to know the name of the person that you obviously find suspicious?" I let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm sorry for being so impolite. What is your name?" I asked sarcastically.
"Coraline. My name is Coraline." she gave a small curtsy and left.
I stood once again in wonder. Coraline.... was a peculiar girl.

Tessa's POV:
I laughed as I turned the corner. The guard had been shocked, at a loss for words. I shouldn't have been laughing though, that was just proof my work had been sloppy enough where someone suspected me.
It wasn't something that could ruin the plan.
It was now late in the night and I had been called up to deliver a visiting Duchess' evening tea. As I walked down the very decorated hall I heard the sound of glass shattering. Strange... I went with my instincts and continued down the hall quietly. I pressed an ear against the oak doors and heard silence. I knocked on the door and heard no response.
"Madame Lorain?" No response I walked into the large room. It was rather cozy. A fireplace in the corner, a regal white couch and many fur rugs. Then my gaze fell upon the blood red bed. I walked to the bedside to put down the tray and let out a shriek at the sight I saw. There on the bed, was a marred body. It was practically in ribbons. The carcass seemed to be a woman. Auburn hair, pale skin now covered with dry blood. It was the duchess.... and her face... Her face was stuck in an eternal scream of horror and pain. Whoever had done this had done it while she was still alive. But how had no one heard the duchess? I looked for any clues as to who had been behind this brutal murder. I hissed as a shard of glass cut my foot. It had pierced right through the sole of one of my worn shoes. That was the noise I had heard.... that could only mean one thing the assassin had just been here. I looked around quickly for another clue and spotted a silver shine on the carpet. It was a mask. A beautifully crafted silver mask.. I could only assume this belonged to the murderer.
And I wouldn't be surprised if had been the same person that had killed all those poor guards not long ago.
I took the mask and scanned the room for the last time. I left the room and searched for a guard to inform of the accident. No one was safe now.
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Bleehhhhhhhhhh done :'( at last. sorry for all the repetitive stuff I'm just tired and kinda in the middle of writers block. If you have any ideas let me know I love reading your comments ❤️ Thanks for your time! And I want to dedicate this chapter to AmandaPanda222 I love youuuu :) keep up the good work on your lovely book (A Life of War) You must read it!
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