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The Prince's Assassin

A kingdom AU? With Stickmin? Count me in.

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An AU where Governia and Topar (The kingdoms I suck at names XD) are at war, Henry is an assassin, and Sven is a prince. Henry is sent to kill Sven, but what if the prince steals his heart before he can?

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Henry both loved and hated change.

On the one hand, change was terrible. If you have a plan, do something people have been doing the same for hundreds of years, why made it different? It worked for them, why not for us? To change is to admit something was wrong in the first place.

But on the other hand, change was amazing. It felt exhilarating to take something and makes something wonderful out of it. To take something old and broken and recreate it, making it new and refreshing and beautiful.

Henry didn't change things. He didn't try to make new things out of the old. He just accepted things as they were. 

He was an assassin. That was how things were.

Henry stared at the letter in front of him with shock. He was an assassin, he knew. He killed people, he knew. He did it to help with his enormous thievery debt.

But to get an assignment from Governia's King himself? This was bigger than anything Henry had ever done.

Unsure whether or not this was a trick, Henry scanned the letter again.

Assassin,
I have heard you are the Wall's finest and most skilled killer since Sir Petrov himself. I have an offer you will find very difficult to turn down.
This war between Governia and Topar has gone on long enough. With every passing day Topar's forces weaken. One more large hit should cause their resolve to buckle.
My task for you is this. Kill their prince. With Prince Sven dead, the Topar kingship will be in shambles, leaving the war front open for Governia's victory while Topar's kings mourn.
Kill Prince Sven, bring me proof, and you will earn one thousand rupars. I have delivered you one tenth that fee as a gesture of goodwill. The rest will be yours on delivery of the prince's death.
I give you godspeed.
-His Royal Majesty, King Hubert Galeforce of Governia

Short, direct, to the point, and left Henry with no real choice. He'd have to accept, because one thousand rupars was far too much to pass up. With one thousand, he could easily pay off his debts with money to spare. He could leave the crime ring, stop killing. Live a real life.

So there was no way around it. Prince Sven had to die.

Henry grimly started sorting through his weaponry and assortment of poisons, trying to find a quick acting, painless combination. He wouldn't make the prince suffer. He knew some assassins to leave their quarries dying in agony for hours, but he wasn't one to do that.

If blood had to be spilled, let it be minimal blood.

~Time Skip~

It was nighttime by the time Henry got to the Topar castle. Which was good. It was traditional, not to mention altogether easier, for assassins to work under the cover of darkness. Henry liked the tradition, even if he found the work detestable.

After all, change wasn't something he enjoyed.

It took Henry just under twenty minutes to make it past the wall, slipping past the guards. They were well trained and vigilant, even though the hour was late and all you wanted to do was lay down and sleep, not stare out into the night for someone or something to maybe come near.

None of them noticed him start to climb up the castle wall, directly under where a map- don't ask where he'd gotten it- showed Prince Sven's room to be. He was simply another shadow in the night to them.

There were plenty of hand and footholds in the wall, since it was essentially a bunch of stone blocks stacked on top of each other. But even then it was slow.

Henry finally reached the window it was said to be Prince Sven's chambers. But carefully, arms and legs straining under the pressure, he peeked over the windowsill to see if it was the correct room. If it wasn't, he could always quiet anyone inside, but he preferred not to kill anyone more than necessary.

A young man stood bent over a desk, studying something with interest despite the hour. He was humming a soft tune to himself as he worked. Henry recognized him by his blonde hair- an uncommon color- and gold crown that was set on the desk, as if he had no use for it at the moment.

Henry was somewhat disgusted by that simple action. That crown was worth more than most people earned in a lifetime, and here it was, sitting discarded like a mere trinket. Maybe when this was over he could steal it and sell it.

Nevertheless, Henry had found his target. Prince Sven of Topar.

Henry managed to pull himself up over the windowsill without making any noise, and crept through the room, careful not to make the smallest sound. 

Just as he slipped a poison-tipped knife out of his belt, the prince spoke.

"I sincerely hope you aren't planning on stabbing me with that sharp knife of yours." Prince Sven didn't look up, but Henry froze. How could he-

"Oh, you made a mistake coming up, y'see?" The prince pointed to a piece of glass hanging on the wall. "I saw you through the mirror. Now then, I suppose you're here to kill me?"

Henry didn't respond. He figured silence was the best answer here.

Prince Sven stood up and turned to Henry, and despite himself he was unable to look away. The prince's eyes were a deep blue in color, the color of an ocean after a storm, with small flecks of green and grey that were hard to see unless it was in the right light. Henry felt like he could spend the rest of eternity lost in those eyes.

Then he realized he was being distracted and drew back his knife to throw. He hesitated as Prince Sven held up a hand.

"I'm certain you could kill me with no struggle," The prince said, more calmly than one should talking to an assassin trying to kill them. "After all, I'm terrible at close combat. But have you thought that perhaps you wouldn't escape with your life tonight either?"

Henry lowered his knife a fraction, confused.

"So you're actually listening to me? How odd." Prince Sven hummed softly to himself. "You... are unlike other assassins."

"You're unlike other targets," Henry said despite himself.

"Aren't I though? I've been told I'm odd many a time. Regardless, we were talking about you," Prince Sven said. "Since, of course, I am completely and unabashedly stalling for time to think of reasons why you shouldn't kill me, I'll use honestly rather than bluffs. If you were to use that knife of yours- which I'm sure has some sort of poison on it- to stop my heart, you will most certainly die. Because even if you manage to kill me, I can raise the alarm, and my fathers will extract revenge. From you in particular, and from your employers. Try as you may, but if I die tonight, you will not live to see the month pass."

Henry hesitated. He knew the prince was not joking. King Right's reputation as a warrior was known and feared throughout both Governia and Topar. He would stop at nothing to kill Henry if he killed Sven.

"Alternatively," Prince Sven said with a small smile. "I'm sure we can come to an arrangement."