Simon Marth's Story

Samantha's eyes shot over to the window as she heard a few taps. She cursed under her breath and rushed over to it, opening the curtains. She couldn't help but smile when she saw him, but she was still angry at him. The window opened and she poked her head out. "Zantice.. There's a front door, y'know" She said, winking at him with the eye opposite to her sister. Sam hoped he would get the hint. "I know you grew up without being around royalty, but it's still rude".

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Simon stood near the gate, his eyes focussed on the little window that let him see outside the fence. There was nothing to kill today, and he mentally thanked whoever had killed them. He saw Zantice climb up the fence and that caught his curiosity. He knew Zantice was an assassin, but he never expected him to be so agile.

"There's a ladder to your right. I'm sure it would be easier to climb one of those instead" He said, though it must have been inaudible because he gave no reaction. When Zantice darted off, he allowed himself to relax, still peering through the little window.