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The guards had a firm grip on her as they forced her through the doors and into the throne room, one quick glance told her exactly how many guards were in the room though she wasn't going to try to escape she wasn't that foolish. Her eyes settled on those of a young man who couldn't have been much older than herself dressed in royal clothing with a sword on his side and a crown on his head, the prince was the only logical conclusion. And of course, on the throne sat the King, the man that had single-handedly destroyed her life, the man she was after.
Forced to her knees before the two men she growled at the guard who had put her there, his rough hand and the pressure he used made her cut flesh ache. The whipping she had received days before would limit her abilities in the beginning of the competition she knew that, and she had accounted for it. She raised her eyes to look at the King who had stepped down from his throne to stand in front of her.
"I told you to bring me Lanercoat's assassin, The Silent Killer. Instead, you bring me a girl who is old enough to wed my son." His comment brought a snicker from Emery's lips like she would touch the offspring of such a vile man, and two, how foolish of him to doubt her, underestimate her. That's what ended the lives of plenty of men she had come across over the years.
"This is the assassin you asked for Your Highness. As young as she is, we are assured she is the definition of deadly."
Emery watched as the older man circled around her as if he were examining a prized race horse. Once, twice, three times he circled her before stopping in front of her. She could see the doubt in his eyes, men like him were easy to kill, taken away by her beauty and there was no doubt that even in such a state she was still beautiful.
"What was she whipped for?" The guard unravelled a scroll listing every prison guard she had killed and every prisoner she had freed in her time at the salt mines. "In her time spent in the salt mines, Emery Claireston killed an estimated thirty guards, and freed over two hundred prisoners, all women, children, or workers close to death." He took a breath shaking his head. "This time, she killed three guards releasing three pregnant women, nine mothers and children, and one elderly man who was close to being worked to death."
"You release all of these people and you can't escape yourself?" The King chuckled placing a crooked finger under her chin lifting her head up. "What kind of Assassin are you?" Emery pulled her head away from him but continued to look him in the eyes a rather wicked smile coming onto her face.
"You are as idiotic as warden. If I had wanted to escape I would have, and I would have left a mass of bodies behind me bigger than the thirty guards who were stupid enough to cross my path." Her expression turned cold as ice. "As for the type of assassin I am, I'm a deadly one. All you need to do is ask Xavier Grey, though I am sure you are more than familiar with him as you wouldn't have been able to catch me without his help. You know exactly what kind of assassin I am, so instead of trying to boost your ego you should just stop talking."
The king ground his teeth striking her across the face, it stung but it was nothing she hadn't experienced before. "Darius, get her out of my sight. Take her to the healer, I want those wounds on her back healed, I want her at her best when this competition starts."
Forced to her knees before the two men she growled at the guard who had put her there, his rough hand and the pressure he used made her cut flesh ache. The whipping she had received days before would limit her abilities in the beginning of the competition she knew that, and she had accounted for it. She raised her eyes to look at the King who had stepped down from his throne to stand in front of her.
"I told you to bring me Lanercoat's assassin, The Silent Killer. Instead, you bring me a girl who is old enough to wed my son." His comment brought a snicker from Emery's lips like she would touch the offspring of such a vile man, and two, how foolish of him to doubt her, underestimate her. That's what ended the lives of plenty of men she had come across over the years.
"This is the assassin you asked for Your Highness. As young as she is, we are assured she is the definition of deadly."
Emery watched as the older man circled around her as if he were examining a prized race horse. Once, twice, three times he circled her before stopping in front of her. She could see the doubt in his eyes, men like him were easy to kill, taken away by her beauty and there was no doubt that even in such a state she was still beautiful.
"What was she whipped for?" The guard unravelled a scroll listing every prison guard she had killed and every prisoner she had freed in her time at the salt mines. "In her time spent in the salt mines, Emery Claireston killed an estimated thirty guards, and freed over two hundred prisoners, all women, children, or workers close to death." He took a breath shaking his head. "This time, she killed three guards releasing three pregnant women, nine mothers and children, and one elderly man who was close to being worked to death."
"You release all of these people and you can't escape yourself?" The King chuckled placing a crooked finger under her chin lifting her head up. "What kind of Assassin are you?" Emery pulled her head away from him but continued to look him in the eyes a rather wicked smile coming onto her face.
"You are as idiotic as warden. If I had wanted to escape I would have, and I would have left a mass of bodies behind me bigger than the thirty guards who were stupid enough to cross my path." Her expression turned cold as ice. "As for the type of assassin I am, I'm a deadly one. All you need to do is ask Xavier Grey, though I am sure you are more than familiar with him as you wouldn't have been able to catch me without his help. You know exactly what kind of assassin I am, so instead of trying to boost your ego you should just stop talking."
The king ground his teeth striking her across the face, it stung but it was nothing she hadn't experienced before. "Darius, get her out of my sight. Take her to the healer, I want those wounds on her back healed, I want her at her best when this competition starts."