I fixed my fur coat and tried to make myself warm by rubbing my hands together and blowing hot air into them. This won’t end well. I’ll probably get killed. No way, I can’t think that way. The guard behind me pushed at my back, making me stumble.
“Hey! Watch it!” I yelled at him. All he did was pull out his sword. He looked at me as if to say ‘test me’. I glared at him and continued walking. We turned a few more corners before we stopped in front of a tall set of double doors. The guard tapped three times on it. The door answered by swinging open, revealing another guard. Jeez, how many have I seen today?
“Go.” was all the guard next to me demanded, and pointed at the doorway where the new guard stood. I put my hands up in defense and walked through the threshold. I was led to the middle of the room, in front of where my queen sat on her throne. Her tight dark red gown flowed down to the floor like blood seeping out of a wound. Her jet black hair did the same, but only down to her waist. She looked at me with her harsh dark brown eyes and smirked in my presence. I bowed in greeting.
“Well, well, well,” she said slowly, “Vasper the assassin. I am a fan of your work.” her face turned murderous.
“I’m always appreciative of my fans. May I ask why I’m here?” I asked.
“I am in need of your, services.” She said as she picked up a bag off her throne and threw it at my feet. She flicked her hand at me, motioning me to look in the bag. I knelt down and picked it up, weighing it in my hands. It was pretty heavy. Something inside made a rattling sound. Must be drega. I pulled at the string holding the bag together, untying it. Inside the bag was about two hundred drega. I looked back up at my queen in shock.
“Just a little starter pay.” she sneered at me.
“You have my attention, my queen.” I gave her a matching smirk.
“Some people have told me you are the best assassin in all of the land. Is that true?” she looked at her nails.
“Absolutely. You will never find someone as good as me.”
“Good. I will pay you one thousand drega if you kill the day queen.” My muscles stiffened when she said that. I have done risky things before, but this was too risky.
“I’m sorry to speak out of line, my queen, but are you sure? The day queen? Is that not too hazardous for the kingdom?” Her expression got cold and I immediately regretted what I said. I told Layla I wouldn’t do anything stupid. I think I just broke that promise.
“I decide what is too hazardous for my kingdom. It doesn’t matter anyway. You will kill her. You will not oppose your queen.”
“I am sorry, my queen.” I bowed in apology.
“Begone. My captain of the guard will have information for you.” she flicked her hand, dismissing me. I turned and started to walk towards the door.
“You will not disappoint me Vasper. You have three revolutions to kill her,” she said behind me. A chill went down my spine as I turned to face her once more. And now I have no time to do this.
“I will not, my queen.” She nodded her head, and I continued to the door. As I walked through a guard walked up to me and placed a pile of papers in my hands.
“This is from the captain of the guard. It is everything you need to know about the day kingdom and where our alliances lay.” He paused, picking up a pile of bright clothes and putting them on top of the pile of papers.
“This is a Day Kingdom servant uniform. If you choose to use it, good, if you don’t, whatever.” He turned and left, walking into a different room.
I scoffed at the arrogance and walked out of the Palace.
Once I left the palace, I breathed in the cold air of my town. It smelled of beer and meat, and some hints of blood. The Night kingdom was known for brutality and bloodshed. Once you push back that curtain though, you find a beautiful place that I call home. The flowers that give off pleasing scents, and the stars that speckle the Night sky, they all are apart of this kingdom. You just have to look a bit harder to find it. I pushed by a crowd of people in town, speculating a brawl as usual. I walk into the little shack on the corner of the road and shut the door behind me. I view the state of my home, at a loss for words. The messy sheets, the papers that flooded the floor, this isn’t the first time it’s been like this. I set the papers that the captain gave me on the desk in the corner of the room. I pulled up a chair and got studying. The day kingdom wasn’t as puzzling as I thought it would be. It was very open, and most of her guards protected the borders of the kingdom, not the palace. Queen Ilta has an emissary disguising as a servant in the day kingdom. His name was Nova Cassiopia. I should probably find him and get his schedule so I can find a way in as a servant. I pulled out a quill and ink from the corner of the desk and got working on my plan.
I woke up from a bang on the window. I looked up to see it was just a tree branch. I lifted my head off the papers on the desk and wiped my eyes, rubbing off the fatigue. I looked down to see what I had written down.
Disguise as a servant
Enter kingdom through the west entrance
Attract the attention of Queen Oriana
Stab her in the heart
Take a finger
Leave without a trace
My plan was pretty vague, but it had the essential ideas I need. Take a finger? I must’ve been pretty tired to have written that. I folded the piece of paper and put it in my fur coat pocket. I should probably go to the tavern, to show Layla I made it out alive.
This is going to be fun.