The concept in itself was very simple:
Get in, kill the prince and get out... and most importantly, do not get caught.
See? Simple.
That was my reaction too; open-mouthed staring, aghast at the simplicity of the task that the Council had placed before me. I was a trained to pull off stunts so dangerous and complicated, men quivered at the very thought of trying to accomplish what I had been doing for years and yet they place before me a job so simple, it dared me to screw up. My mind raced through the different scenarios, running faster then was really humanly possible. Authority abuse? Cruelty? Just plain jealousy for his kingdom?
You see, I had been asked to assinate many people in authority becuase they had all but looked at somebody else the wrong way. Money was the main reason. Oh how petty the Lords of the land were when it came to the riches of the people. For the greater good, I tried to convince myself, but I knew that they fought for nothing but the jingle of that godforsaken gold in their moneybags. It disgusted me more then anyone could ever know.
I was the prefect choice for the assassination, of course. Who would ever suspect the docile and shy Lady with stunning eyes that could never quite be defined as blue or green for they changed colour with her mood. Who would ever suspect the daughter of Lord Darren, the richest Lord under King Bernarde, with the beautiful brown locks. Who would ever suspect that the 16 year-old Lady Braii-Lynne with the slender and stunning body of a grown woman possessed the abilty to kill a man six different ways using only her pinky finger?
It was all rather irritating actually, keeping up the facade that the rest of the world knew as Lady Braii-Lynne Kastra when all I truly wanted to be seen as was Braii. But that dream could never be for I was a hunter, the predator, a killer.
Get in? Easy. Kill the Prince? Easy. Get out? Easy. Not getting caught? Easy.
If it was all so easy... why couldn't I do it?