The hidden life of an Assassin

Greetings

“Come father!” exclaimed the princess, her voice was smooth and soft almost as soft as her skin, a light accent of Australian sweet, calm and quiet like her mother's bouncing in the saddle, her hair was tied up in a messy servant looking bun. Her clothes were tattered, dirty, smelly and nothing of a princess attire, a good way to throw people off when they meet the travelers. Her horse snorted under her, the 19-year-old princess was excited for her late birthday present, three days trip with her father only to gather the rare Durian fruit, the fruit on the outside held a shell of barbs, the inside was a white tapioca pudding flesh. “I'm coming my darling” said king Matthew, his voice was loud and booming rough, more of a solid Australian accent, dressed as a blacksmith the dirty man was large, broad shoulders, wide chest, sharp facial features, no wonder all the peasant women loved to watch him walk by or even breath in their direction yet he had all of these choices he chose to return every night to his queen. Both mounted upon their beasts of horses, brown simple-looking beasts with run down saddles. A mule in tow with a saddle of food, clothes and a small tent for the princess. The braying of the mule startled the horses they jumped about with a loud whinny, though it excited the princess who pulled her reins in to control the mount she was on “see! He wants to go too!” she said with a chuckle. Matthew smirked at his impatient daughter “patience is a virtue my darling” he said before mounting his beat himself, talking the reins he squeezed the horses sides before a soft “step” was heard, the horse followed orders and began his walk. The pair vanished into the tree line down a damp pathway of dirt riddled with leaves and ruts from carriages making their way to the castle for god knows what.

A shadow had watched from the tree line. Crouching herself she watched with a small throwing knife in her hand. She fiddled with the deadly weapon to keep herself focused on the passing party of two, staring them down as they passed, they were packed for a few days of a trip. ‘Perfect’ she thought. Once the pounding of the hooves of the mounts vanished, she made way for the castle.

Walking through the village at night she walked into the tavern, the door groaned open as if it was shut tight after the last man walked in only minutes before her. The small hooded figure stepped forward, many stared, men snickered throwing comments before one finally had the nerve to step towards the newcomer. “remove your hood, stay a while” cooed the voice.

She shook her head and sighed. Glaring at the man she spoke “make me” her voice was sleepy but awake enough to leave a good impression of anger on the man, but he snickered more at her comment. His hand reached up, his fingers were felt, and the fabric was ripped off the head. Gasps, whispers, choking on beer, and coughs filled the room. She smirked softly as she looked to the patrons of the tavern. Her face was an exact match of the princess, the small button nose, the big doe bi-colored eyes one of a royal blue, the other an earth toned brown, the sharp jaw, the plump pale lips. “p-princess?” stuttered the man quietly as he stared at the woman, a smirk grew on her face, though she stayed silent she walked through the onlookers to the counter, throwing two coins down she bought a room.

Entering her room, she sighed loudly. Locking her door, the woman pulled a roll of paper from her robes. Setting on a stool she read over the words

“Mikael had given me information on a traitor in the castle. A noble man's son named Johnathan was giving away priceless information of the kingdom, conspiring against the king with another country to kill the man himself, after failed attempts with assassins from the region. Prove his quilt or take him out yourself.” - Adol”

Reading over the letter over and over the written letter. Mikael, a man who hadn’t trusted a noble man's son named Johnathan who had taken the position of advisor from Mikael, he gave priceless information away, threatened the reign of the king who was loved by all for his fairness and his loyalty to the crown no matter what the price and the care he held for his people.