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The dusk and sand passionately whirled when the man stepped in the tiny, dark cell.
Later, Princess Tamina would play the brief conversation in her head, trying to reimagine the cicatrized face with the burning eyes, and suddenly wishing she killed the man with her bare hands.
"I want to see my husband," she used her royal voice now, waiting for obedience and humble bowing.
She got nothing but a mocking laughter in her face, and a sarcastic nod.
"Prince Dastan is talking with his uncle," his voice was low and horse; his breath smelled like a strong narcotic. As he stepped closer, the priestess couldn't help but wince at his tallness. "He will not return soon."
She wondered if he meant Nizam or Dastan.
"Then you are certainly here for ending the rest of your job." She stiffened, until she felt her whole body becoming a stone, not a single giveaway.
The hassansin observed her with thoughtful eyes, letting his eyes wander on her face, down her neck and body. Tamina started to have a terrible feeling about the situation.
Dastan was tortured and beaten, his skin bleeding and screaming for a single untouched place. But her wife was pale and silent, frightening Dastan in the worst way.
"Tamina," he said softly, slowly placing a hand on her shoulder. "What happened?"
Her lips were trembling when she answered.
"I bought my life in exchange."
Is she talking about money? He wasn't so sure.
The wall whimpered loudly when she crashed onto it. The man traced his knife along her jaw, and she shivered at the touch.
"Such a shame to kill a beauty like you," Tamina lifted her eyes, praying for help. The hassansin tilted his head and softly caressed the left side of her cheek. "Pity." He hissed in her ear.
She felt the iron tracing her neck.
Then the man followed the trace of his hands with his lips. Firstly her cheek, her eyes, the flesh of her neck and finally her lips met his. It was almost feral and with so much ferocity, that she could swear that her mouth started bleeding.
Then Tamina pushed him away, with a fierce look and a disgusted face.
For her greatest surprise, the Hassansin laughed and bowed again.
"I will visit you tomorrow, Highness," he licked his dry lips, tasting her blood. "Meditate on your chances."
"I am more willing to die than to be yours," she spat.
They both knew it was a lie.
