Regicide

Her empire is vast

Her name is feared

Her power is unmatched

Yet he is the one they praise

"They say that a woman's body is her temple. That she must keep it protected and never allow violation until marriage. But Nereida was no lady. People across the four realms knew what she was capable of, or at least believed the stories about her. No one knew for certain if she was real or even her true name. But the story was always the same. Her beauty was unmatched by any other woman, and she had the ability to deceive any man into giving her anything. Even if this man was a king. And even if this thing she oh so desired, was his throne."

Nereida Synderiys was tracked down and hired to do a job. Now, this job was not for those of the faint heart. She knew what had to be done. She had done it many times before, and each time she never hesitated. But for some odd reason this time was different. She hated the king with all of her heart. He had destroyed her family and took everything she had when she was only just a girl. The worst part was that he didn't even know who she was. She could not wait to plunge her dagger deep into his heart and watch the light fade from within his eyes.

Of course he was easy prey. She was beautiful and he was daft. Her plan wasn't just to murder him. It was to get close enough to him that he trusted her completely, and when he finally did she would betray him to the highest extent. She had a clear goal. So why was it that as soon as he asked her dance on that lovely night, she forgot that the man before her was supposed to die at her hands? Instead, couldn't stop staring at his stupidly handsome face.

|Warning: Mature Content|

|Started: 4/24/21|
|Ended: N/A|