Hey guys! I know it's been a long time, but bear with me, school's been crazy! I'll probably update in a couple of days, so don't get cranky :) it's gonna be a merder oneshot, about what, still don't know. Without further ado,onto the story.
Owen never had a problem with killing. Oh, it was quite the contrary. He loved it. He loved seeing the blood gush out of the wound, the body stop breathing. He loved the eerie silence that followed every kill, the hollowness of the space surrounding him, yet a feeling of fullness, of accomplishment, inside of him. It filled him with adrenaline, making him feel like he was God himself. He had a say in who died, and that made him shiver in excitement every time he thinks about it. His god complex has gotten worse over the years, but he didn't care. And that's why he was the best of the best.
And that's also, why his boss presented him with such a mission. Assassinate the queen. Owen felt a pleasant chill run through him as he read the task. Go in silently, do the deed, go out silently. Seemed easy enough. Except it was a highly secured castle, with guards and –as the rumor suggested– magical defensive spells on it.
The excitement that rushed through his veins was enough to get him up and moving. He put on his uniform, a white hood, with embroidered red and golden motifs –fancy, but after his last kill, which was an ambassador from a foreign land, his boss deemed him worthy enough of such a tunic. The tunic of death he called it, even though the colors indicated everything but it. It was pure, and festive, and it made Own even more honored to wear it.
He prepared his hidden blades, as well as his visible ones, his two katanas strapped to his back, his two pistol hanging on his hips, and his vials of potions and poisons hanging in small pockets on the inside of his jacket.
He hid his assignment in his pocket with a proud grin, and put on his golden chain with a sword pendant, just for good luck, like he has been doing since he became an assassin.
Getting to the palace was easy. He took his favorite horse from the stables, a white stallion named Hades –the paradox is high on this one– and rode towards the north, where the castle resided, on the top on the highest hill, surrounded by the forest on three sides, and a river on the fourth.
He decided to choose one of the three first paths. It was much safer than going out in the open by crossing the river.
He tied Hades to a tree, gently patting his muzzle, whispering a 'be right back', then jumped up a tree with ease.
Trying his best not get spotted, he jumped from tree to tree with grace, pausing only to survey his surroundings.
He arrived to the eastern gates rather quickly, noticing with some sort of smugness to it that there was no defensive spell whatsoever, which made him grin in triumph. He had promised himself to finish up with this task quickly –but never sloppily– and go to the tavern for a good beer and maybe a night of pleasure.
He looked at the windows with scrutiny, trying to decide which was the queen's.
He sighed, as he figured he could never guess from the outside, and took a deep breath, letting himself fall from the tree and on the ground in a soundless thud.
There were two guards positioned in front of the gates, with the queen's royal emblem on their armors. Owen grinned. She must be close, if her Royal Guard is keeping this gate secured.
He took out his small crossbow from god knows what fold of his tunic, and fired two shots in a quick succession, succeeding in rendering the two guards unconscious without even breaking a sweat.
Smooth, Owen.
He mentally patted himself on the back, as he tiptoed inside the gigantic, beautifully decorated hall, not pausing even one second to marvel at the beauty of the wooden walls, the handmade paintings and tapestries of the kingdom and various other places and people, or the crystal chandelier that looked like it was made of pure ice.
He did, however, catch a glimpse of a woman in a painting, and thought, somewhere in the back of his mind, that her blue eyes were pretty.
He slid forward silently, and arrived in a heavily guarded hallway. Two guards were positioned at both ends of it, and two other in front of a door in the middle of said hallway.
Owen smirked in victory, as he took them all out with ease, not even having to dirty his tunic.
With smugness written all over his face, he stood in front of the door, listening inside for any noise, or signs or life.
He heard soft, feminine humming, and he grinned in anticipation. Soon, he would get to see blood pour from a once living body, onto the dry ground. Oh, how satisfying would that be. He promised himself, besides the beer, a strawberry pie, because he thought that he deserved it, and why the hell not.
He opened the door without a sound, and stepped inside, quickly slipping in the shadows not to be noticed by the woman in the room.
When he was sure that she had not noticed a thing, he took his time to finally admire his surroundings.
The royal bedroom was even fancier than he had previously imagined. A huge bed, that looked like it could fit at least five people, was in the center, its bright purple color making it look childish. Owen almost snorted. What kind of queen is this woman?
Yeah, though, what kind of queen is she anyway? He remembers one time, when he was at a tavern, in a village not far from the caste, that he heard that this queen was the best the kingdom has ever had.
Why would someone send an assassin after her?
Owen decided not to dwell on the matter. His only goal is to be paid. Who cares about the aftermath?
There was a balcony of the east side of the room, which made Owen smile. Good. An easy escape plan. And right next to the gate through which he had come in!
Thanking the lord, if there even was one, for this streak of luck, he continued to observe the room, his eyes finally settling on his target.
She was sitting at her vanity, brushing her long, dark locks, while humming a melody in a soft voice.
She seemed totally oblivious to the massacre that had happened just minutes ago outside her room. But then again, Owen had made sure to be completely silent.
He raised an eyebrow when he saw her smile into the mirror, seemingly satisfied with her hair. Her bright blue eyes seemed to glow with calm and content. Owen gulped. Who had eyes like that?! Who on earth could have freaking gemstone-like eyes?
And why did she have to be so gorgeous, too?
Usually, he's never affected by the target's appearance. May they be an old grandma, a charming prince, or a little baby. He simply didn't care.
But this woman, with her mesmerizing eyes and unearthly beauty, had him confused, and under her spell. He didn't want to kill her. He wanted to run his fingers through her very soft-looking hair.
He smiled at the prospect of it, picturing himself lying on the bed with her by his side, asleep, as he played with her hair. Then, he leaned down and-
What the hell, bro. You've gone nuts.
He mentally slapped himself, promising his beating heart that he would get to do all those things with an even more beautiful woman at the tavern later tonight.
Not possible! His heart screamed. A woman more beautiful than this one? You're dreaming, my boy.
He shook his head and let his eyes roam over her body, fixing his gaze on her bare shoulders barely covered by the oversized, lavender nightgown. He inhaled sharply, immediately cursing himself when the Queen's head snapped up, her eyes scanning the room in panic.
She didn't notice him, however, as she simply sighed, and massaged her temples. Owen's heart clenched as he noticed for the first time that her eyes had dark, heavy circles under them, and her skin had this deathly pallor to it. She looked she worked herself to near exhaustion.
"I am really going crazy." She whispered to herself, eyeing her face warily. "I should take a day off."
She sighed again, and looked she might burst into tears any moment.
"Who'll run the kingdom, then? Come on, Amy, you're stronger than that." She encouraged herself, taking a deep breath.
That did it for Own. He definitely did not want to kill this woman.
So he did the next logical thing that came to mind. He sneezed.
So that was it! I hope you liked it. I'll probably post a continuation to it, so stay updated!
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