My body felt achy and sore as I woke up. My head throbbed and my stomach growled. How long have I been out? The sun blared through the window, and I rubbed my eyes. The blurry rays of light dissipating. I yawned and stretched. But I flinched immediately with the scrape marks that covered my body. Despite the headache and the claw marks, I truly did feel better. I felt more energized and upbeat. I felt like a whole knew person. I kicked the blanket off my legs and swung my feet onto the floor. I'll tell Lola the tea worked.
I quickly skipped to the closet, dawning on my usual set of clothes and bounced out the door. I was really in such a good mood, it was astonishing. When was the last time I actually felt this good? I walked into the commons room and found Sebastion sitting at the table with Aspin and Drake. Sebastion was facing away from me, talking animatedly to the others. No one seemed to see me, so I tip toe
We set out a day early to head to the meeting place. This way we could scope out the area and find a good place to hide. It was honestly a really long trip as well. It was suppose to take us a whole day to get there. It was taking place in a really run down village not to far from the Guild Headquarters. Apparently they where meeting with a notorious King that was known for his reputation in drugs and women. Go figure, right? Our job was to just listen in, and find out what they where up too. We report back and then make a plan. Simple right? The only problem was, how where we going to get close enough with out getting caught? That was the only part we hadn't figured out yet. I suppose we scope out the area and then decide. We would keep our comms on as well incase we got separated. They where tested and ready to go. I wasn't going to lie, I was fairly excited to get back out into the field. Our last mission felt like a
We reached the village at night fall. The village was like a city, large buildings, designated area for a market, vendors pleaded and bargained there goods. Of course because it was so close to the Guild it was mostly full of shifty kinds of people. It was definitely not the place for the weak of heart. A lot of crimes happen in a place like this. I couldn't tell you how many times we where ordered to kill someone because they where just breathing. Really stupid petty stuff like that. But even still, I loved market places. You could find all sorts of stuff from traveling vendors! Mostly cheap stuff sold for high prices. We just so had to cross the market place area, to get to the inn. A small building that really just housed Assassins looking to 'score big'. I myself have been in this specific inn multiple times because of this. Of course it was never willingly, but I wasn't allowed to disobey either. Drakos's son always
I woke up, sweaty and panting. Just as I thought, the dream returned. Just like it did very night. I couldn't shake the gross touch and revolting smells. Being in this place only made my anxiety worse. I shuttered as I ran a hand through my hair. The fact that Drake didn't wake, was a good sign that I didn't scream. Maybe I could salvage some of the night if I went back to sleep. But I knew better. If I laid back now, I would just continue to be a mess of emotions. I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face in my arms. What was I going to do? No matter how much I told myself that none of this was real, that bastard always came back into my dreams. Damn Jasper to hell. Damn him for tormenting me even beyond death. Why was this my punishment? Why was I being punished for defending myself? I felt the mattress move beside me as I quietly shuttered and cried. I didn't want him to see me like this, especially after talki
Drake let my face go and I giggled again. Trying to make it look natural. Dragging my eyes away from Drake, I watched as the General and his men stood. All bowing in greeting as the King made his way towards the table. A very tall man with golden locks that twisted down his face. Leather straps crossed over his back with a giant sword protruding from his cloak. A red fleece cloak dragged behind him, I couldn't get a good view of his front as his back was to me. He sat down after greeting the gentlemen, waving a server over to him. "Sorry about my late arrival. I was held up with court duties." The King's voice was dark and dead. Even his voice would scare babies. A fit voice for the Tyrants right hand man. The King was a notorious dealer of pretty much everything bad. A black market if you will. You wanted something illegal, you could easily obtain it through him. It was where he got most of the drugs he used on me.
I followed silently behind my old team, they where quiet and tense in the presence of Drake. Why wouldn't they be, they didn't know him after all. He was a stranger, a threat. A man that had pinned there leader up against a wall so menacingly. Of course they would be upset. More so because I defended said man that had pinned me against the wall. They trust me to the ends of the world and back, but they would never trust him. It was my fault, I was disturbed by my findings and couldn't bring myself to tell Drake about everything that was happening. He was only responding to my attitude and that caused him to act up. Of course there are better ways to handle situations like these, but his calm methods in the past haven't worked. Only the rough ones got anything out of me, and that was probably because of the way I had been raised. Bottle everything up until it was beaten from me. I suppose if I want to keep his trus
We left after an hour, giving my team plenty of time to disappear before we made our way back to the village. Something between us had changed dramatically over the last few days. His anger finally explained. But I had my reserved doubts about his feelings. Sure to feel appreciated for once was nice, but would it last? The stress of war would test us, make us question each other and push us. Was he really willing to go through all of that for some woman he barely knows? As for me, I barely knew him as well. I didn't know anything about him other than I know we both wanted Drakos dead. I knew nothing of his past and something told me he wouldn't tell me even if I asked. After all when they recruited us, they asked us not to. So how was I suppose to care for a man who I was suppose to know nothing about? Of course we had said nothing to each other, our only focus was exiting the village undetected. When we finally escaped
Drake and I slowly climbed the hill up to the manor. The horses where starting to tire, and I can't say we faired any better. We slept on the cold hard ground last night. No matter how we laid, it was still uncomfortable. So we basically stayed up most the night until the sun rose. Not a word was said between us on the descent. The only sound of hooves clopping on loose dirt filled the air. The trees lining the dirt pathway swayed lightly with the warm breeze. Despite the warm weather I still sat slumped in my saddle, my eyes barely staying open. We rounded the last bend, the manor coming into view. It was a two story building with two long section on either side. To the left was our hallway to the bedrooms, and to the right was the bath house and the Master's personal quarters. I gave a long sigh of relief. The chipped paint and gross windows bringing a wave of comfort at the sight. On the porch steps sat Sebasti
I waded into the pool until my chest was completely submerged. The warmth seeped into my tired and aching body, relieving the tense knots. I don't know what it was about this pool, but it always worked miracles. It was more hot than normal today as well. The steam was more thick and dense. I didn't really mind because I was alone, and that meant I didn't need to hide behind a towel. With a bar of soap in my hands, I worked diligently to wash off the dirt from the last two nights. Sleeping in a filthy inn, and then sleeping on the ground made me itchy and gross. But, somehow Drake made those moments better. He even admitted he liked me! How strange is that? I went from ignoring and fearing men, to somehow finding myself being courted by one. I hadn't even the slightest idea on how to act or be in relationships. I just know I like the way Drake makes me feel, and I want to make him happy too. Maybe I would get the hang of
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"Aria, why did you bring us here?" Sebastion asked softly as he stood beside me. I carefully brushed my fingers across the worn out and heavily neglected headstone of my parents. The surface was rough and coarse from the years of erosion. But still their names where etched into the stone, plain as the day it was chipped onto the surface. I smiled quietly to myself, fully knowing why I was here. It was the last time I would see their grave site. I wanted to be here with Sebastion one last time, before he had to bury me here with them. "Sebastion, do you remember what mom would always tell us when we were kids?" I asked quietly, a very blurred vision of my mother came to me. Her soft smiling lips, warm green eyes, black hair so soft and warm. The scent of warm baked apple pies burned heavily into my memories. The feeling of security and safety making me feel safe again after all these years. Slowly it faded, leaving
Despite the rain that fell from the heavens, the birds still chirped and cawed out in the early morning. The leather reins from my horse where gripped tightly in my hands as I stared at the large castle before me. The tall white stone glittered even in the darkest settings. The dark and gloomy forecast didn't even hinder the glorious and grand look of the Palace. In fact it made it look even brighter, a beacon of good if you will. Looking upon the Palace I felt warm, even despite knowing that this would never truly be my home, I knew that I would always be welcome back here. After all, this is this is where the remaining members of my family where. It's funny, despite knowing that they are my actual family and even growing up with my cousin, I felt like a complete and total stranger. Would there ever be a time that I could come back comfortably and visit again? What
"You're really going to let yourself get captured Aria?" It had been hours since we concluded our meeting and had migrated back to the bedroom. It was late now, most of the lights in the castle had gone out. Many people would rest easy tonight, not knowing that their only means of keeping safe was because I was sacrificing my freedom so they could live safely. Even with this sacrifice, it still wouldn't atone for all the wrong I wrought on this world. I don't think I would ever be able to redeem myself. My hands, which where busy packing my satchel of extra clothes, stilled as I closed my eyes. I could feel the hurt in his words. They felt heavy and hung in the air. I wouldn't lie and say that a part of me wasn't a little nervous or maybe even upset that I was going through this. But I also knew that this was the only way we where going to get answers. Of course, I
With a long a willful sigh, I placed my hands on the cool wooden table that sat before me. I couldn't help staring down at the pattern of the table, slowly following the curves of the wood. Despite the room being full of angry murmurs and untrust, I found my self calm. My nerves, for the first time in the last few weeks had returned to their calm state. I knew that in my heart, what I was about to say was the right thing to do. Regardless of how Lucius felt, regardless of what was going to be said, I would follow through on my idea I had formed while waiting for everyone to gather. Sebastion and I had decided that I would let my self get caught by the enemy. We will play right into their hands with a back up plan. We still had the communication pieces given by Atticus a long time ago. We could use them to communicate to each other and relay information back and fort
Water droplets fell from the sky in a light trickle. It splashed upon my face and traveled down my chin. A shivered from the cold touch, and from the memories that came with it. Rain, both a blessing and a curse. I pulled my cloak tighter around my body and continued to walk down the empty market street. Sebastion amd Maya walked on my right side while Drake walked on my left. Sebastion and I shared a disgruntled glance as each drop became heavier as we continued toward our destination. A warm hand found its way under my cloak and wrapped around my fingers. The hand squeezed mine reassuringly and I looked up at Drake surprised. He didnt look down at me, just kept his cloaked head forward. Despite my past protests he still forced himself to attend our meeting. I was grateful for his presence, but I still worried about him. With the rain he said his work load had decreased, so for now I wouldn't push h
I eyed Sebastion warily. The dark bruises under his eyes, and the tormented look upon his face where all to revealing. The need to kill had been much stronger than my own, and he was only on the brink of turning into a blood thirsty monster. He sat slumped forward in his chair, his eyes partially closed as he sat exhausted at the table before me. He was trying so hard to fight the urge, and it was only getting worse. I wonder if this was how dad felt before he died. Would Sebastion actually die from with drawl? Even if he didn't he still looked like absolute garbage. His hair was a disheveled mess, he was pale white and honestly looked as if he was fading. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. I watched as he slowly leaned against Maya, his head resting in the crook of her neck. His breathing wasn't noticeably labored to the untrained eye, but having spent our entire lives together, I knew that he was struggling. His b
A few days has passed since our fight. Everything on the outside seems normal. Kisses here and there, Drake still sleeps with me tucked against him, he even started eating breakfast with me in the morning. But the pleasantries and niceties just seemed forced. The smiles where off, and the kisses weren't filled with warmth. Although that could just be me. Nothing has felt the same since Nicklos's warning. I find myself overanalyzing his actions a lot. Everything he does, I find myself thinking negatively about. How he holds me at night, even though its close, I feel like it's a way of him asserting his dominance. Even though he did it even before our fight, I find myself thinking about it negatively. 'He isn't what he seems.' Even now, as I sit across the table from him, eating our breakfast together, it seems domineering. He didn't do this before, so why does he start eating with me now? Of course he is still working th
I sat with my head cast down at the Tavern table that we sat at yesterday. It was quieter than yesterday thankfully. I don't think that my headache would have successfully made it through another loud crowd. It was still early in the day, so the residents where working or too modest to drink during the day. The only ones that had seemed to show up so far, where mercenaries looking for work. Of course this Kingdom could really offer nothing for fighting work, because they had been sieged of course by Drakos. If they where to go against the assassin forces, there surely would be a retaliation as punishment and that meant the Princess'sl life would be in further danger. Of course Silvus could just be in as much danger as the eldest Princess. It was a façade created by Drakos so he could have complete control over the situations. There was always another plan without fail. If they couldn't keep the people