The Tale of a Princess and… an Assassin?

by Stormcloak77

"Explain what? That you're- you're one of them!" she said, putting a lot of emphasis on 'them'. "You don't understand, if you don't join, they'll kill you!" he said, hoping dearly she'd forgive him. "Well, it's better to die with honor than live like a coward!" she said. The princess falls in love with the one seeking to kill her. Phinbella, lots of it. T for mild violence.

5. Chapter 5

A/N Hey guys. Okay, so please review, I've had hundred of views, but only four (I think) reviews. So uh yeah, please, please review. I dont even care if you just type "good" or something. Just, please.

THIS IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT! YOU MUST READ THIS! I CHANGED A PART OF THE STORY!

I said that both the princess and the prince were to be assassinated, but only the princess is going to be. Sorry about that.

Disclaimer: Surprise, surprise. I'm a thirteen year old on FANfiction, who doesn't own a huge TV show, Phineas and Ferb. I know it's shocking.

Okay, so now that we've seen a bit of her story, let's go back to the assassin. The one whose name is Phineas Flynn.

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Yes, Phineas is an assassin here. He has been since he was 18.

Anyways, aside from that, guess where he is right now. He is perched outside the princess's window. Yep, already on the job. This is why so many call him a master. In the past hour, he's grabbed all necessities he had and traveled so far. Not sure if you noticed, but the assassins don't exactly live near the kingdom. Just pointing out.

He watches the princess pace around her room, ducking every once in a while. He has not yet been spotted, and if he has any hope of payment- or living, he must not be spotted. Not until the day of the crowning. In just about two weeks, he must find out enough about the princess to be able to find her alone on that day. Little did he know…

Although, one thing caught his attention. She sighed and sat on her bed. Her mouth was moving slightly. He leaned closer to the window, so he would finally be able to hear.

"Why must I?"

'What the-?' he thought.

"Why must I marry than no-good prince?"

'Ah.'

"All he does is pride himself on his 'accomplishments' and 'great qualities and features'" she muttered, rolling her eyes.

'Huh. To think the would-be king was such a jerk. Luckily he won't ever be crowned, not without Isabella anyways.' Phineas said to himself.

The princess got up, and left the room. There were guards standing outside of her door, Phineas was sure to note.

Although, he did notice something else. She was, as cute as so many people portrayed her. Actually, no. She was completely beautiful. Too bad she was about to get… you know. But he couldn't help but wonder, "who'd ever want to kill her?"