The man came forward, he was sporting the same black clothes as the other three. Mircea recalled his words from that night, We don't tell the king anything, we take her head with the crown to him.
As promised his eyes looked ready to take her head with her crown to his king. But Mircea would be damned to hell if she let that happen.
She tilted her head to the side and glared at him as he stalked to where she was sitting. The man stood right ten feet away from her. The little flock of people who had stayed back had gone completely silent at the new turn of events. The other two assassins who had managed to stay alive till their friend or leader arrived mockingly smirked at Mircea.
"So, this is how you planned to play." Mircea commented, crossing her leg. She did not as much as glance at her sister, she knew if she did her facade would vanish. Mircea kept her stance straight.
