It was dark with a warm breeze that came from the south the perfect time for me to stick. It was a simple job that I could do in my sleep. Assassinate the king's first in command, Robert de sable for he planned to attack a numbering kingdom that hid the assassin's hideout. I gathered the necessary information for the kill, I knew where he would be and when; now I just need to wait. It was early and the sun still hasn't entered the sleeping sky; as for my target still hasn't arrived. "Damn where is this prick?" I hissed feeling the cold night air under my lower lip.

"Sir!" a soldier shouted.

"Mack sure I'm not disturbed. I do notwish to be bothered." A rough raged voice echoed throw the half empty room of stone. A medium built man came into the room dress in an eggshell white with a darker cape draped over his shoulders; chain sleeves bared its weight on the man's arms. A red cross laid in the middle of his chest. Iron gantlets ran up his forearm and to his elbow. Metal shoes dressed his legs with chainmail laying over them. A helm rested on his head. The man walked over to the small wood table and with tight fist leaned on the table to focus on the piece of paper on it.

'I need to get closer' the man moved with grace through the rafters and beams of the cave like room. Landing on the one that was just above his target a small pebble fell to the ground along with a small crack from the wood. The noise caught the man's attention and turned to see what it was. Reaching up to his head the man took off his helm, lowering it just in front of his stomach. The man was baled and a scare could be seen on the right side of his head. "Who's there?" he cried out in a heavy Arabic accent. Staying in the showdowns trying to stay out of sight. The young assassin watched as his target looked around for him. The man sighed as if disappointed then turned back to his work.

Now! The assassin shouted in his mind, leaping down to his target. Everything is going according to plan, he would kill his target and he would be able to go home. However something went wrong, his target moved. Causing the young assassin to miss. The assassin landed next to Robert reviling himself before his target tasted his blade.

"Nice try assassin" the man smirked deviously then turned a full 180 degree and hitting the assassin on the back of his head with his left elbow knocking him to the table. Any attempt to get off the table in time was fouled by Roberts hand pining his head down. "You need to do better than that assassin, to kill me."

Sneering at his targets comment he reached for his dagger that he was given as a gift from an old friend that has long since passed from this world. Roberts other hand stopped him pulling it up into the air, palm up. "Now, Now don't be rushed to die." Robert hissed playfully; twisting the man's arm behind his back.

"Tell me, assassin" he squeezed and pushed the arm up. "Why are you here?"

"You will never get away with the attacks on the ash kingdom!" the assassin yelled without hesitation.

"The ash kingdom?" Robert question with a bent brow. Then realized what the man meant and laughed "how naïve, you don't even know my real role in this do you?" he leaned down to the assassins ear "You just do what you are told and kill who ever your master says. What a good dog you are."

The young man hissed to the insult to his pried.

Robert straitened to catch his breath "Now let's see who you are." He filled his hand of the young assassins hood pulling it off reviling light brown messy hair. Golden eyes covered in a light shadow shooting cold daggers at him with the intent to kill. It sent shivers down his spine.

This man's face is beautiful he hasn't seen anyone this beautiful before; he has to have this ass; even if it belongs to another man, he will have it. The assassin saw the change in Roberts eyes and was all too familiar with it, for it stained his past. 'no, I will not be the victim!" he shouted in his mind.

I open my eyes.