A/N: This is my brother's oc and I take no credit creating it. He might make a story about him, but I don't know.

Disclaimer: I do not own WOF.

The dragon into walked into the throne room, the stares on his stomach the only source of light, and it was still very dim. He had a serious aura surrounding him, which was good thing.

This dragon was a Sandwing and a Nightwing giving him master camouflage, or a least in the sand Kingdome. His underside and talons had the stare night sky, while his top was golden like the desert sand, at least that is what she was told. In the darkness she could not tell what he looked like, but queen Venom, the queen of the Sandwings, told her he was good at what he did, to good.

She stared into the eyes of the assassin prepared to give him his mission. She had thought about it all day, and after much pondering she decided it was her only hope.

" How may I help you, you're majesty?" His voice was chilling, and he seemed mysterious. In the dark of the night she would normally be scared if a stranger like him approached her, but she wasn't.

" My dear friend Venom told me you're good at your job, and better at keeping secrets." He nodded the teardrop on his eye glistening. Venom never told her that he was born on a full moon, or more.

"I need you to remove someone for me. You see my husband-"

"had an affair?"

Well that sure answered my question.

"Yes."

" And now you're worried that she might take the throne instead of one of your daughters, so you've hired me to make sure she never has the chance.'

She nodded. He made it very easy to explain this to him, well it was not technically explaining. She suspected he already had a plan to remove the mixed blood princess, and would be making his leave any second now.

"I find this reason stupid."

She gaped at him. Did he really just call her stupid! A queen, who was much in a much higher position than her, was called stupid by some bloody murderer.

"I suggest you be more polite to me I am after all the one paying you all this gold, or do you prefer scales? Ether way if you want you money you will respect me the way you respect queen Venom."

"If you want your princess dead you will pay me as much as I ask, or there will be no deal." It was not a question, nor was it negotiable. If she wanted the job done, it would b done his way.

" So what if the situation is stupid I don't have time to find another one. If you disagree with my judgment to bad for you, but this is what I wanted if you don't do it I will find someone who can."

There was a silence for a long time. He glared at her, thinking she guessed, pondering over his options. Finally he spoke, his tone colder than before.

"I will do as you ask."

"Good. I expect it done quickly and secretly no one can learn about this meeting, understood?."

"Yes."

Prince North sat on the corner in shock. All he wanted to do was apologies to Penguin, and instead he finds out that is mother was having a secret meeting with an assassin. The scary part was that the assassin knew he was there, he saw North, made eye contact with North, but said nothing.

He noticed the tear drop on his eye, and with the way he guessed everything his mother was going to say, believed he could read minds. Which meant he knew that North wasn't supposed to know of this meeting, but said nothing.

When his mother finally left he dared to go back to his room. He wanted to see Penguin even more now, to talk about what happened, but with the argument they had it seemed like a bad idea. Besides, he was still trying to make sense of all this.

He fell asleep not too long after, the thought haunting his dreams. He needed to speak to someone, anyone, but who.

First Penguin, she would help him calm down, then Aroura to warn her, then his father. He didn't know what his father would think of the situation, but it felt right to tell him.

So he slept, fear surrounding him, but he slept never the less. In the morning he would start his mission, and find out what would happen next.