Chapter One
Kill him. Get out. The teen assassin thought as he wove through the dark city-state. Easy peasy.
He reached the wall, scaling it quickly before the guards noticed. Pathetic.
He reached the balcony of the Prince, leaping at the lone guard, effectively slitting the throat. He pushed the guard over the balcony, watching with satisfaction as it fell a good eighty feet,landing with a nice little thud.
Now the Prince. He really should get more guards. The assassin thought as he slid out a different dagger with a red lion etched into the gold hilt.
He made his way through the dark room careful enough not to make a sound. He finally reached the bed; in it laid a boy no older then him. With white blond hair and sharp, pale features, the prince looked like an angel.
A soon to be dead angel. But an angel nonetheless.
As the assassin reached the bed, the Prince shot up from his pillow. "Merde!"
The Prince reached under his pillow as the assassin threw the knife; which embedded in the wall behind the Prince.
The Prince stood with a silver blade in his hand, leveling it with the assassins throat. "Who are you? What do you want?"
The assassin smirked, emerald green eyes sparked with mischief, before turning and jumping over the edge of the balcony. The Prince looked over the edge, seeing three figures lying in the grass and another sprinting through the streets.
"CRABBE!" The Prince yelled. "GET YOUR MISERABLE ARSE IN HERE!"
Crabbe a bulky American, burst through the door, quickly dropping to a knee.
"Yes my lord?"
The Prince growled. "Where the hell were you? I nearly died because of that bloody assassin!"
Crabbe lowered his head even more. "I apologize my lord, we were patrolling the your corridor when we heard Goyle yell for help. We did not think you were in any danger."
"And so you left me for the mercy of the assassin?"
"I apologize my Lord. It will not happen again."
"You're damn right it won't happen again. Six of the Princes have died in the past month, I don't intend to be the seventh." Draco dismissed the tall boy with a wave of his hand.
"Bloody hell." Draco groaned as he looked at the blade in the wall. He pulled it out with a grunt, feeling the magic running through it.
His eyes widen as he took in the red lion; he knew that symbol. But… it couldn't be. It was impossible.
Whipping around, the Prince yelled, "CRABBE!"
The door burst open once again, showing the American boy dropping to one knee. "Yes my lord?"
"Wake my father. And assemble the guards. I know who the bloody assassin is. Or, at least, where he comes from."