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The silence, a killer of its own, it's something i can never truly ever get used to.
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He make his way through the back of the castle, over walls, around knights and maids alike, stay unseen through the castle gardens, passing trees, bushes, and potted plants. Surprisingly, there's a lack of flowers, more tree's of fruit and bushes of berries. The assassin follows a lone gardener to an entrance, grabbed a nearby shovel, then hit the gardener upside the head, hard enough to make her pass out.
He had one mission, to kill the king. And he would make sure no one got in his way, he needed this to be over with, to get this done, sure it was bloody and cruel from others perspective and, sometimes the guilt ate him out but blood money is still good money. Money he needed at the moment, to continue living the way he wanted.
"This is absolutely dreadful" His own voice, low and raspy as he wore a mask, one that hid his face, almost everything his eyes being the only thing anyone could make out in the dark of the night, he slipped into the darkness, as if it were an old friend, keeping him hidden as he went though the corridors of the castle. He was soundless as he made his way sneakily passed guards, knights, and maids alike, trying to find the king's quarters.
This would be a simple kill, it should be.
But when was killing someone ever so, simple?
Nothing so cruel should ever be so simple, never in the few years that he's been alive have thing ever been such, it was rather cruel and scary, the world was bright despite the lies and cruel things that he's been told and has done; nothing changes how the sky was the brightest on his darkest days and how when he needed to feel the ground swallow him whole the world kept spinning as if his cruel acts hadn't hurt so many people. He knew he'd never fully survive the guilt, not like this, he wasn't alone.
He was never alone, that was the curse of it all, he could always hear them, as if they were around the corner or in small whispers in empty halls. he'll never be alone. Even if that would've been the only thing to ever bring him peace.
The cold dull enough to be felt against his warmed cheeks, despite the fabric separating them.
"This castle is... utterly quaint, despite the unflattering color scheme, too much red" The thief spoke lowly and only to himself once more in the shadows of the castle and never daring too be caught in the moonlight that was gracefully played with the gentle winds outside of the castle, the trees outside danced with an envious flutter, he continued down the hall and up the circular staircase.
The moonlight seems to dance across multiple surfaces at once, the chandelier hanging as he entered the next room, a grand salon, there were no people to socialize with, it looked weary, a ghost of a warmly lit room, almost as if you could still see where people would sit, the conversations that could've been held if it wasn't for how utterly dead the room was.
"How... Unflattering" The whispered words fell in the dead room, settling in the deep red cushions, it hung in the room, as if it's the first thing to ever be said in this room, one made for conversation and endless chatter was now deemed, unworthy, uncut and shy of the talk that used to come so effortlessly.
He slipped passed the grand salon, into the bedroom hall, hid behind a door that opened as a maid was making her way with laundry, bright red, blacks and deep blood reds are there, along with some hand washable clothes, and trinkets, she must have a busy night. The thief swiftly started his way passed her silently, her back already turned and he took a turn into the dorm hall, a sleeping chamber.
"Finally" He thought but didn't dare speak a word, it was only time before a knight or maid would've heard him, so the man in deep shades of purple continued on, with precise movement passing knights lined up and standing there tall with their swords, easily passing them with easy, he's studied up on this place before ever stepping his elegance up this high in a situation such as this one.
Foot steps unheard, naturally light from trained precision, he was almost done. almost. but that didn't mean a job well done. he had things to do, one objective. one job. was to finish the damned thing, tonight in the night, swiftly and quick.
Kill the king.
Killing
He was a killer, a thief and all for what?
Not for friend, or family, not for some lover or deep sated hate, he was doing this for money, as he had not always been this way, he hoped there was good somewhere in him, despite what he though deep into the long dragging nights, even when all he could hear were the silent lack of community and lack of obligations to anyone, or thing here. Anywhere, he was free, free in a lonely light, free in the way he couldn't be held down to anyone because no one trusted him or knew him well enough.
Free in a way that haunted instead of a way that felt like freedom.
Free to be wrapped in guilt and driven by greed, by a need to survive that felt greedy for ever needing to be there. To have stripped others of their life, family, friends, people, stripped of their own losses and all ending up dead by his hands, dagger, blade. Either way, it made his guilt deeper, either way it effected him to the core despite what he might say and how much he felt uncertain in his own presence near others.
It's seen in the way he keeps others away, looking graceful and his words, ever royal sounding keeps most away, like a skilled trader in the market.
A well taught liar.
A murderer.
The door opened easily enough. making sure no light could peak in from the windows behind the door, and carefully stepped in, his hand set to his dagger, he read over it. it had been a gift. One from a very long time ago after he did a favor for some forger, they made it for him, had his name engraved so elegantly into the handle.
'Elegant Purple'
He couldn't say he felt so kind knowing he's killed many with this same weapon. The same grace to his feet when he walked away from the crime scene he had created, despite always making it so no one even knew he was there. He was never caught but always paid in full.
He noticed the king again, after he shut the door silently as possible. He noticed how the king, King Red, The ruler of this beautiful kingdom. Rumor was he was Arrogant, dashingly so, he rarely got actually called out for it because of him bring king or the fact he was attractive to the average person.
Walking silently closer to the sleeping king, Purple had his dagger in hand and a noose around his own neck, one made of his disgrace for being a killer, one full of guilt despite still always following through with his jobs. Eyes on Red, the king was sleeping soundlessly, so full of peace it was almost envious of Purple to let him go while purple, his body and soul still weary from what he was about to, and already had, done.
Dagger raised slowly, hand resting on the side of the bed now, he raised the Dagger high and then-
The dagger made a clink against the floor as Purple is taken off guard, arms restrained from behind swiftly before a knee is pressed to the small of his back, he hits the ground with a dull thud. He can hear metal shifting above him as he turns his head to the side, making him able to breathe properly.
He felt something wet slide down his nose, he was startled, his head had hit the floor hard enough to be heard. The king was still sleep, a heavy sleeper indeed. A flash of green was spotted in corner of his eye, he couldn't get up nor could he move his head much, a hand went to his nose. Touching his bloodied nose, he turned his head to the side, a sword was to his chest as he did so, his dagger was elsewhere on the marble cinnabar floor, he couldn't reach it.
"Disgraceful swine. I heard you all the way down the hall from his Majesty's chambers. What exactly are you even attempting to do, hmm?"
The thief couldn't run or slip away with the sword to his neck, nor on his back, he just stared and finally the nerves were truly building up now
"No. It's quite obvious. I should put you down like the stray you are right here and now."
He's never been this close to death before. No ones ever been this close to him before, never this close to death.
He was going to die.