Aloysia suddenly became hesitant, something was off, causing her head to flick so fast, it would have flown off if not attached.
She had heard, felt something. Someone.
Dread ached his stomach as her hand glided to her deathly blades that has ended too many lives to count.
He gulped, the air tightly wrapping around his throat. Then she proclaimed, "Fight like a man, and stop hiding coward." Her voice boomed of the walls of the buildings forming the alley.
A threat had consumed her voice, like daggers in the ear.
She edged her way closer to the prince, to which he flinched, the rubble becoming harder to stand on as his legs grew weak.
He was going to die. He was going to die.
Liam squeezed his eyelids shut, bracing for impact, waiting for the blade to bury into him; for his soul to depart his body. But no such contact came...
Her dark cape brushed against his leg as she encased him with her lethal stance, her eyes darting away from him, scoping for the danger.
After what felt like minutes, he opened his eyes, no longer thinking that she was killing him; rather, she was facing away.
His heart was beating so fast he thought he would pass out, but she was in front of him, shielding, protecting him. Why?
Then, in the alley entrance, a tall broad figure appeared. He was leaning with complete composure against the shaggy brick, sharpening his monstrous blade.
He bore armour that was incredibly recognisable, almost familiar. Liam gasped. Startled, he stepped back ever so slightly. The royal embelin.
Sparkling the nights reflection, the royal embelin of TS outlined with a Hawk, was staring at him. Smacking him in the face. The armour of one of his guards. His personal guards. The very guard who stood near his door when he told the other one that he was heading to the Queen.... bastard. He knew all along- that's why he held back in protest.
His hair was short, brown and rugged like himself, his broad outline enhanced by his rippling muscles hugged tightly by the armour. Likely forged from hard labour and experience his aura oozed that of selfish intent.
The blade was small, almost in taxable, but enough to do some damage.
Liam could only hold his breath while the tenseness snapped his voice in half.
She could feel the Prince shiver behind her, the intimidation he felt. Oh, how it made her laugh, but that man, a royal guard by his clothing had death written across his eyes. Not for her, but for the Prince.
"Who sent you to kill the prince?" Aloysia asked, maintaining the power in her voice, "what politics calls for assassination of an heir?"
She said the words with disgust, never being one to play dirty, always carrying out her kills fairly... well as fair as you can get with such a skill gap.
He clicked his tongue and strode forward without an inch of fear, not bothering to answer either. Idiot.
Did he know who he was dealing with, whose proximity he was invading?
"Looks like you found someone to do my job for me your highness" He grinned while nodding in her direction, acknowledging her existence and 'role'.
She snarled, tensing her muscles harder, ready to engage.
Gliding through her body was her blood, roaring with power.
"Don't look so shocked prince, you knew this was coming"
The worst part was that he didn't... he really didn't know such intent hid behind those eyes.
He eyed the Prince with a glare that sent shivers down his spine.
Was he always so easily deceived?
"Why do you want him dead?"
He halted, his gaze darted to her with such abhorrence and revulsion, she would gladly rip his head off for it.
"That has nothing to do with you, Shadow", she gripped her blades harder, feeling the familiar cloth once again.
"Go and kill someone else."
Swine.
She would cut his tongue off for that.
He stepped closer, digging the heel of his boots into the hard concrete with his large feet.
She pressed her free hand on the prince's firm chest pushing him back while still firmly grasping the blade so much so that it hurt.
He appeared shocked, "Since when do you protect people?"
"When people choose the wrong target", she growled.
That sent a ripple of fear off him, but it did not linger for long.
"Well then-"
His eyes dug into her, stance ready, "I guess two will die tonight" and with that he lunged.