Grudges of Rainbow

Red I

Red is her beauty.

Red is her bravery.

Her back before my eyes is the definition of strength with safety.

Her red dress is screaming a rebellion of a story.

As her dress is blown by the breeze of darkness,

On the edge of the cliff... there is a peek of her weakness.

That was the first time I felt how intense a natural occurrence hits me.

Never knew that it would also be the ending of every beauty.

After I felt something for her, after that night with comforting blows of sanctuary.

I still choose the sake of everyone, many are better than one.

The venue was filled with luxurious objects and people earmarked with higher ranks in the empire, there were sparkling things screaming a loud statement how extravagant the place is, deserves only for rich people.

In my red backless long gown with a slit on my right thigh is a hidden weapon that was meant only to kill a specific powerful old man.

The king of the 'Evionoire', shall die tonight... weak people have suffered so much, his reign over the place that's supposed to be for the native stratum Houses which he invaded with violence became powerless and enslaved.

Powerhouses have vanished from his power hungriness. He needs to die.

After plotting it for years, tonight is the right time to do it.

"My lady, enjoying the party?" Foiner, the strongest guard and pawn of the old Evionoire approaches me, I smirked... the sexiest one.

"Ŋίέmiςτέ ό ςώέñίόŗ." My loyal greet, Sir.

I tried to speak their language, the last time I tried hard I saw how much I've impressed him, those gray eyes show that he suddenly got interested in me.

"Ŋίέmiςτέ ό Ёñίέώaŗ." My loyal greet, Miss.

He kissed the back of my hand.

"I thought you couldn't make it... but I am happy you made it." I stepped closer and lifted my head closer to his and whispered on his left ear.

"I heard from Taneo that it was a good party because the king's concealed son will be introduced, finally... I am interested to see how he resembles the blood of a powerful Οŗέ." The amusement in his eyes lessens. "But as I saw you here, I think you are better..."

He chuckles. "Want to go upstairs Ёñίέώaŗ?"

My eyes started hooding as I silently nodded to his invitation, I know how it will end up, he wants me to warm his bed thinking that I am a w***e, who'd do things for money and rank.

He is a butler and a noble blooded slave of an Evionoire after all but I choose the heir of the throne, isn't that an amazing plan?

Evionoire's maids were men, they're butlers and maids were all men and noble blooded, noble family offers a child each year to serve them. That's how they were, they never wanted to be served by commoners and peasants.

He never wants to be touched or touches a lowborn unless he intends to kill them, he only makes an exception in the battlefield.

'Watch how a princess who kisses death took her revenge, dear butler, you will kiss death.'

After he locked the door I attacked him with a kiss, as we walked backward, his hamstrings reached the roman bed.

I withdraw my kiss so he could see how eager I am to take his tuxedo off, now the poor ςώέñίόŗ looks hoggish when he tugged my strap off my shoulder instantly, my dress pooled on the floor leaving only my undergarment, I make sure the dagger I kept around my thighs fell down too.

He was totally thwacked with lust while roaming all over my body. I pushed him on the bed and settled on top of him.

I sealed his smirking lips, grabbing his nape as I deepened the kiss, I heard his little groans between our sealed lips.

Then I clenched my fingers on his nape, making sure it was the right place for his spinal cord, I nudged my nails in there. Putting all my strength on my arm and fingers, I infiltrated a whack of thrust by slightly breaking his spinal cord. I know that would hurt him but he still had equal strength even after I planted the poison in there.

I never underestimated him, I expected it. I was just surprised that when he pushed me away, I flew out of the bed, with my fast reflexes, I stood with my foot and bent my knee.

"Who the hell are you?" he asks, cupping his neck, the poison will take a few minutes, I had to stop him before he messes up my plans.

Three steps forward and he was ready to attack me, he is good in close combat, so I made sure I was away from him, as he tried kicking me, I rolled away and took the dagger near my gown, without a doubt I threw it rapidly with tensed calculation.

That was an easy fight, it propelled straight to his throat, the blood spurt from the slit of my dagger, like small rivulets flowing down to his shoulder and chest, the scene satisfied me.

"I thought you were the best." I said with coldness, "You're just as weak as your brother." He was gurgling from saying words of wrath, he kneeled on the floor as if hailed like a queen, piercing me with anger in his eyes but he cannot equal the madness I have in me. His anger is a tuft of spleen.

Mine is outrage, no, it was more than that, his king took everything I had.

And I cannot kill his king without taking all of his pawns and officials, Foiner and his brother were the knights who were moved by the main player into the first line of the attacking pieces.

I cleaned my dagger and put it back where it was placed. I cleaned Foiner’s throat and covered it with a towel.

With his big body I still managed to keep him under the bed, he can't be found until the party is over.

As if nothing happened. I arrayed downstairs, feeling the faux fur fabric linings of my long dress flounder every step I make.

Just the right time, that the old Evionoire is walking on the aisle, to stand in a rostrum, around him are his royal guards. He was greeted while everyone was bowing, it was his rule to never look straight on his eyes, not until he gave us permission to do so.

No native tyrant rulers of Cessiana, until Evionoire ruled us. Six Kingdoms were independent but allies that honored help to each other when in need.

When he usurps, everyone becomes his followers, this sick Evionoire King ruled the four Kingdoms now after destroying four lands who goes against him and that includes us.

"I am grateful for seeing gregarious hordes of houses in this celebration for the introduction of my son, and I wouldn't take it any longer." I settled in a round table alone, in the far side of the left, close enough to observe the movements of his royal guards.

He chuckles as the crowd makes noises of whispers and gladness.

"My son will be the next ruler of the Evionoire Lands," he continued after his greetings and introduction.

"He will be the next autocrat of the kingdom." I was anticipating, we all are. The king concealed his son's presence for years that it sounds like a hoax, just to save his stolen land.

Because he is the only pure blooded Evionoire, when he dies, no one's next in his line.

"And tonight, I will be introducing you, the hidden, the bloody Οŗέ, my undead son, Vļadίmίr Thoisco ένίΟņίΟŗέ." Then a build that is so familiar to me comes out from the right side of the rostrum and walks straight down the dais where the throne is engrossed with different stones, he walks silently like a lion with an armor of rogue and danger.

Females gasp, males are flabbergasted, when they lift their heads after their bows of respect.

And my rage has gone deeper, the hatchet gone deeper and deeper.

As I saw Ra-in, the kid who's with us while our land's still the image of goodwill and camaraderie.

Rain, the lost kid my family adopted before the war against the Evionoire began. I never thought he'd be here, he'd been the spy that was sent to destroy our loved lands.

My plan was messed up. The satisfaction I've felt a while ago, has been shoved out. I couldn't find where it was now because anxiety replaced it.

I am ready to back-off, then our eyes meet, his eyes widen. I rapidly walked out the palace with brisk, silent walks on my heels and didn't attract others, well, how would they notice me when they are so focused on the newly introduced next ruler?

Everyone thought that the king Evionoire does not have a descendant, here he is.

As I got out of the tall doors of the palace, I walked right off the tall wall and in the dark, I felt that someone was tailing me.

But before that person could even touch me I attacked him with punches. And that person easily dodged my blows.

"Cyan?" 

I stepped back, never withdrawing my defense stance. "It's me, Cyan, it's me Ra-in," he assured me safety with his words.

"Cyan... h-how, w-why-?" Before he could ask I raised my gown and took the dagger on my right leg and threw it straight to him, he dodged again but it slashed his shoulder slightly.

"Cyan, this is me Rain!" he yelled with knotted brows. 

"You are an Evionoire." I made sure I did not make any noise that would be noticed by the royal guards.

I hid my shivering self as an old and naïve Cyan waking while I spilled the words.

"You are the son of a cruel king who stole the lands of the native, you must die." I took another dagger and threw it at him again, he can completely avoid my attacks.

Even in the dim place I can see how surprised and startled he was. "Οŗέ Vladimir!" Guards were calling him and they are near us now.

I am ready to depart, but because of my rage I have forgotten the logical plan and I throw the last two daggers to him and it darted on his thigh and stomach.

He cannot question how I was able to live after he left me half-dead, no one has the right to ask me questions, mainly from the person who betrayed me.

He is an Οŗέ huh? What a well-planned battle of a tactician Evionoire.

No wonder, Evionoires' is said to be on top of the chain because they never play fair. Funny, in a world that would only treat better the privileged  people will never be fair. 

One day, I'm gonna pull them out of that chain and cut their horns. And I'm going to watch them drown from their own blood, just as they did to the native owners of these lands.

I'm certain I left a graze on his body, just enough for me to visit him again one night.

The underworld organization of assassins sent slayers and insider soldiers to pretend like one of the royal guards.

They helped me sneak through the tunnel that's hidden underground, it is a straight passage with torches as a guiding light for the slaves and royal workers. This is where the reservoir of food supplies of the royal family was located.

I was trained for decades how to move hastily, drops of water somewhere were making echoes but my steps didn't. I have my daggers on my waist, a poniard on my thigh, and a sword behind me.

I always had these kinds of weapons in every mission, these have been my reliever for the past decade.

I don't intend to kill a royal guard tonight, I just wanna see how would an Οŗέ look like after I put a temporary paralysis poison on my dagger.

A royal guard spy gave a sign of approval, he makes a gesture to tell me where the exact room of the Οŗέ is.

Three days ago, after the introduction, the palace was like a mass of the most successful event that was organized by the royal family, Foiner's death was kept, the death of his skilled guard seem to be a residue of the event.

Two male maids with trays filled with a bottle of medicine and a basketful of bloody bandages got out from his chamber.

Another sign from my look-out to finally enter, then I open the doubled long doors.

There lies in the wide bed with golden canopy, an Οŗέ that shows weakness was on his slumber.

"You asleep?" I smirked.

"I actually waited for you," he says while his eyes remained close.

"Good, then." I threw the roll message of my master beside him, he did not bother to move. "Couldn't move?" I smiled.

"H'm..." his voice sounds muffled. 

"Such a weakling Οŗέ, it's the right time to kill-" I heard a rubbing of a metal that was withdrawn from its sheath.

I was stunned that I haven't noticed another presence is behind me, I have been too loose huh? Bad move.

"Don't kill her Tiava. She is a good person." His eyes opened, he sat on the side of his king bed and leaned his arms on his knees, looking unaffected from the poison I rubbed on my dagger.

"She dares to sidle in your chamber and insulted you Οŗέ," said the man that's aiming a sword on my neck, how come I did not felt his presence?

"Let her live Tiavia. She needs to convey a message to her master." I gritted my teeth. Tiava, I heard that name before.

"Γέςέ ΰί ώό гдί, tell your master Γέςέ ΰί ώό гдί, come back here and tell me his response," he said.

'I know what you're doing. Start the war.'

He was provoking the master of the assassin's organization to attack first in a half wit way, so we'll lose.

I won't let him.