"I'll let you off. Besides, I want to play a game of tag. I'll be it," she said with an grin stretched ear to ear, as she put the knife in her pocket.
He only did his job. He had to report her. Take her to jail. Where criminals belong. But that was a big mistake. The best thing he could do was simply not get involved with her. Because she wasn't sane. Now she's out for his blood. He'd better run. He'd better hide.
But that's not all to the story...
The blade of my hidden knife stops just a few centimetres from the prince's warm skin of his neck. He lays there, eyes closed and rhythmic breathing. His defined jaw relaxed and his teeth barely showing behind his pink lips.
I hear voices coming from the hallway. I glance up at the door then back to the sleeping Prince. The door handle rattles, the guards yell from behind the wall. I bite my lip, balancing the blade just on the skin of the prince's neck.
The door bursts open just as I slip out of the bedroom window into the cool midnight, no evidence of my attempt to assassinate the prince.
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Trained Assassin, skilled in over 4 martial arts, specialised in weaponry and one on one combat...
And I couldn't kill the prince.
So my question is, what stopped me?
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