The Nameless Queen

This was a terrible plan

The carriage clattered towards us, its sound scaring off any animals. The rebels in the nearby trees scanned the worn dirt path. They were alert and shape, their focus zoned into the carriage, undistractible.

This was a terrible plan.

Adam was the only one who's gaze drifted. His eyes wandered and scanned the situation before his eyes locked on to mine for a mere seconds before they drifted back to the road.

I could hear the wheels of the carriage as it clomped towards us. It radiated the smell of riches and royal. It trundled forward unbeknownst that it was only meters away from the ground traps, expertly covered with leaves. The impact was inevitable, the crash unchangeable and the attack inescapably.

The extravagant sound of splitting wood filled the air. And the worry and dread that fold it waits impatiently, eager to make an entrance. Cries of worry sounded as the foolish princess flounced out of the carriage in a state of indignant annoyance.

"What was that?" The princess's screams reach deafening. For someone whose reputation was silent and shy, this girl seemed to be the complete opposite in every way. "I am a princess, I don't deserve to be treated like that. I could have broken my arm with your chaotic driving." I thought I would feel bad about killing a quiet, fragile girl, but I was starting to think I might actually enjoy this more than I thought. This was the exact royal stereotype that brought this rebellion on the kingdom in the first place.

I watched the rebels twitch impatiently. Readiness infiltrated every sell in their small untrained bodies. These men could fight but they weren't trained, this eagerness was a sign of that. Patience was key and even if I was an impulsive person, sitting it out had managed to save my life on more than one occasion.

I held up my hand in a signal for them to wait. I locked my eyes onto the princess as she swept around the front of the carriage.

"Come on!" I could see the driver trembling as the finance disapproved, her white dress dribbled out behind her. "What is taking so long?" I waited as she yelled at the driver. I raised my crossbow and aimed. The Jonquil stopped short of my site, her face half obscured by the broken wheel.

"I'm sorry miss," stuttered the driver. "The carriage has broken a wheel and well, I don't think it will be moving for quite some time."

"WHAT!?" I shuddered as her yelling focused everyone around to cringe. "What do you mean not moving?! I'm supposed to be halfway to meet my husband. This is unacceptable!"

"Please," reassured her head guard as he came striding around the corner. This man was the incarnating of a god. His strong muscled arms ripped under his torn shirt. The olive of his skin reflected the belief of freedom. This man was someone special, and nobody else could see it.

"I'm sure that will be fixed in time for your wedding princess. This man has done nothing wrong, there was simply a bump in the road. Now he will fix the wheel but he can't because you are screaming at him, so why don't you go sit down somewhere and let the poor man do his job?" By the looks of things this striking man clearly had some sort of influence over this princess and with a final huff, the princess strutted towards a nearby rock. Her mistake. She walked right into my line of fire and without a second thought, I released my arrow.

The arrow pierced her neck, small droplets of blood spurted into the air. The shock of her death overran the feeling of common sense as the guards stared at her crumpled body. Wasting no time I flipped down from the tree and landed on the shoulders of the nearest guard. I released my daggers from my belt and slashed them in the flailing guard's neck. Killing him instantaneously.