Chapter 2
A handsome, tall man paced around in an elaborate room. It was large, with a velvet chair centered on a back wall and a long, red rug that went from the throne to the door.
"What could possibly be taking them so long? You don't think she has escaped do you?" The handsome man asked a round, cherub faced man.
"Majesty," the fat one said, taking a sip of his chilled wine, "you need not worry, I am sure Garret took all the right precautions. He is not Lieutenant for nothing you know."
The blonde haired king scowled, "Yes I know Baron Gespaldi. It's just, she is not called the best assassin for nothing, you know."
On finishing his statement, the throne room's doors opened to reveal a group of Royal Guards and a woman at the center of them, glaring angrily at her new accessories.
"I want these chains off of me now!" the ebony haired beauty screamed as they dragged her to the king.
The King of Lennox stood motionless in front of the assassin. It had been a while since he had seen the woman and she had grown lovelier than he could imagine. She was tall for a female, with a slender, yet sturdy frame, and round curves; her body must have been the envy of many women.
Yet, it was her face that held his precious attention. It was a pleasant oval shape, with a stubborn chin, most likely from her mother. She had hazel eyes, which he noticed with interest, that turned to pale green when she was angry. They were set under two, dark brows which arched neatly over her almond shaped eyes. She had a long nose, which was slightly curved, and full, scarlet lips.
But her hair-oh her hair-was beyond anything he had ever seen. It was the darkest shade of black, suiting her mysterious and shady nature. It fell to her waist in sheets of raven, shining with a glory all its own. It was silky and not too thick. Perfect.
King Rordan of Lennox quickly gained his composure, sneering at the chained girl, "You are not in the position to be giving orders now are you Sieglinde?"
On hearing that name, Phoenix lurched toward the ruler, a menacing look in her eyes, "Face me like a man!"
He laughed, tossing her an uninterested look and flicked his hand as though he were warding off a fly, "Please, I don't touch people like you." But touching her was the closest thing to his mind, ever since he saw her 6 years ago…
She breathed, trying to calm herself down, "Then why am I here, your majesty?"
He sighed, running his fingers through his thick, wavy hair, "I…I have a task for you, Phoenix the Assassin."
"And whatever it is I refuse to do it, King of Fools!" She spat out with venom in her husky voice.
He glanced at her, noticing her eyes becoming lighter, "You can not refuse me, killer."
"I can and I will, now let me leave and I promise not to slit your throat." Phoenix hissed with contempt.
He grinned slightly; amused that a woman could be so cold. But of course after what she had been through, after what he had done to her, for her…
"There is a leverage you know," he said, signaling to the guards to bring out the prize.
From a small, side door, two imperial soldiers brought out a prisoner. He was boggled down with the same chains Phoenix wore, but his were made of old iron instead of new steel. He was tall and thin, partially from malnourishment, partially from inheritance. His hair was covered in dirt, but it seemed to be a dull brown. His eyes, however, were keen and bright, sparkling with intelligence and life.
On seeing him, the deadly woman broke free of her captors with the break neck speed and power few possessed. Phoenix ran toward the prisoner, enjoying watching him shake with panic. Memories flooded back to her…
Fire…
She head butted him, sending him to his knees…
Panic…
She began to strangle him with her chains…
Screams…
She tightened them, watching the man's life squeeze out of him…
The smell of…burning flesh…
It took 5 guards to peel her away from the man. The victim fell to the floor, gasping for precious air. Phoenix almost broke free again, trying to finish her job, but the men grabbed hold of her, forcing her back in front of the Rurdan.
He laughed and clapped, moving toward the livid, yet still ravishing, assassin. "I see I have something that interests you. Good. Now are you ready to listen Phoenix?"
She nodded, never taking her eyes of the man, who was still gasping for air. The King smiled, "If you do this task, he will be yours to do with what you please, plus a large purse that should keep you from doing another nobles dirty work again."
Again she nodded, anxious to hear what the malicious, but attractive, ruler had in store for her. But when Phoenix heard what she must do, her heart literally tore into two…
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