Chapter 8 - Cold hearted
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Cold hearted
Elizabeth
“Quis te misit? (Who sent you?)” Nikolas said, stamping his left foot on top of the assassin’s bounded legs. The assassins shake its head. His eyes are bloodshot. Refusing to cooperate. Nik smirk at him. He pulled out the kindjal from his sheath, and plunge it into the assassin’s bounded hand. He screams. Even though his mouth was covered by the leather strap, I can still hear the pain. I winced as if I share his pain.
“Dude, how can he even speak if his mouth is still covered?” Daemon said, shaking his head. But, he doesn’t sound concern, more like he’s mocking.
“Of course,” Nik murmurs. He smiles as if it’s amusing. This is so unbelievable. I know this man almost killed me, but I still have a conscience.
Nik unstrapped the leather on his mouth and pulled out the kindjal. The assassin screams again. I sigh and look away.
“So, let me repeat this to you, who sent you?” Nik said. He shakes his head again. Tears are dwelling on his face.
“Non possum,” the assassin sobbed.
(I can’t)
“Quare?” Nik asked.
(Why?)
“Et est filia mi,”
(He has my daughter,)
“What did he said?” I said, grabbing Nik’s arm.
“I can understand a few of what they are talking about, but whoever told him to kill you, has his daughter. Well, I suggest his daughter is as good as dead now that his companion knows that we got him,” Daemon said.
I am not just the victim here. But, he is too. He is just desperate to do what he is told. Because someone has his daughter. If I were in his situation I would have done the same. Because there’s no limit to what I can do to make sure someone I care about is safe.
“Warlock,” Daemon said to Nik, who rolls his eyes. “Tell him iff he won’t tell us who sent him, he’s a dead man.”
“Ego non wanna occidere te. Sed, ut sit coactus est id facere non possum, si tu nobis.” Nik said in a small voice.
(I don't wanna kill you. But, I would be forced to do it if you won't help us.)
The man cried hard. I swallowed hard, and look away as I feel the tears in my eyes slowly falling. Daemon grabbed Nik’s kindjal from him, and plunge it to the other hand.
“I can’t,” the assassin sobbed, “If I do, he will kill my daughter. She’s the only family I have ever left,” His accent is thick.
Nikolas sigh, “The asshole knows how to speak the common tongue, and yet he let me go through that pain to speak that awful language,” he complained.
Dameon nod, “Tell me about it, warlock. This guy makes me regret not paying attention to my Communication lesson back in Master Horton class in the Academy.” he said.
“I beg your forgiveness, milords. But, the moment he found out that I betrayed him, he will have my daughter’s head.”
Daemon unsatisfied with his response, and pulled the kindjal and was about to take another blow until I put my own hand on top of the assassin’s hand. The end of the kindjal plunge halfway through my hand. Blood drips from within. Daemon’s eyes got widened when he realized what I just did. He immediately withdraws it back and took my hand in his.
“Elizabeth, are you out of your mind?” Daemon demanded. The violent red stained my shaking hands. The color burned in my mind along with what I had just done.
“Can’t you see? He’s as much victim as I am here,” I said. “How many hours did the inquisitors have tortured him? How much pain must he go through? He only did that because of his daughter, Daemon.”
“I don’t understand you,” he shakes his head in disbelief.
“Yes, you will never understand it. Because you never have to sacrificed your life for the people you love. You never have to endure the pain just to make sure your family is safe. I understand him, Daemon. Because just like him,” I was out of breath. “Just like him, I will do everything for the people I care about, even if it’s my life,”
Everyone was surprised at me, including the poor man. “If you tell me who ordered you to have me killed, I swear to god, I will help you get your daughter back safe,” I said,
“His name is Rafael Wards.”
*****
The assassin’s name is Daenilo, son of Paeno the brave. He came from the small land of Galapornea. He was a former sellsword, but once he has a family he swore to never take another soul for money. Lord Rafael just forced him to kill me. Both Nikolas and Daemon disapproved of me discharging him. I ignored them both, have him cared and healed all the wounds he got during the inquisition. In the council room, my mother gave me a disapproval look. The long mahogany table consists of 8 chairs. Khan is seated on my mother’s left, he is her secretary.
“Do you really trust that man?” she says,
I nod, “I do, mother.” I murmured. Daemon and Nikolas sighed.
“Fine.” my mother said in a defeated tone, “Bring him in,” she told Khan. He rises to his feet and gesturing at the servants nearby. Daenilo enters, escorted by the two guards. Daenilo's hair hung in thick black dreadlocks about his haggard face. His skin was thick and bore the creased that come with age. He was thin but sinewy muscle on his limbs made him look strong nevertheless. His face bore scars and his nose had a chunk missing. His eyes were as dark as rum and followed you with sly calculation. He sat next to Khan, across from me.
“Do you know the castle well enough?” My mother asked him,
Daenilo nodded. “But, milady, we will be running out of time. The journey may take long, and we’ll have to cross the narrow sea from Roseglan to Galapornea.” he said, as he explained the travel time.
Nikolas smirked. “How convinient that I am here right now,” he brags. He winks at me. I giggled.
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