The castle loomed above them, its walls towering and proud, a testament to the kingdom of Nateron's strength and vigilance. The leader and the youngest assassin strode silently through the shadowed courtyard, their presence an aberration in a place that exuded order and control.
It didn't take long for their intrusion to draw attention. Clad in gleaming armour, two castle guards approached with measured strides, their spears held steady as they barred the way.
"Halt!" barked one, his voice firm. "Who are you, and what business do you have here?"
The two assassins did not answer. Their silence hung heavy in the air, an ominous refusal that set the guards on edge.
"State your names!" the second guard demanded, stepping closer, his gaze narrowing. "This is restricted ground, and no visitors are permitted without explicit orders from the King's council."
Still, the two men said nothing.
