Your Majesty's Coffin (Bishie & Raychu ;Private;)

[Raychu]

 

 

Name: Jiang Liu

Age: 22

Species: Human

Height: 5ft 8in

Birthday: June 12th

Sexuality: Bisexual

 

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Blue and Red

Extra: He had a mutation in his genes, turning one eye red. It was nothing that meant anything special. He usually wears black so he blends in.

 

Personality: Compassionate, brash, empathetic, honorable, loyal, level-headed, and stoic.

Likes: Birds, naps, being outside in the sun, trees, and reading.

Dislikes: Being enclosed, dark areas, water, and cats.

Occupation: Assassin

 

Bio: Jiang never liked try idea of killing people, but it brought in money to his family. He needed to provide for the people he loved. He had no choice, money was all he wanted. It may have been greedy of him but it wasn't meant for him. He never cared for the cash he collected, it wasn't his when he got it as his reward. It was his siblings. Theirs to spend in whatever way they wanted, not his. But he didn't mind giving it to his family, they needed it more than him. Provide was all he could do, and that meant killing. It's the only thing he knew how to properly do.

 

 

 

Jiang sat in front of the man making a deal with him. He was the brother to the king to become. Assassinate him so the brother becomes the rightful ruler. This wasn't going to turn out great, but it was a job. A lot of money was going to come out of it. Don't question, don't worry, just do. All he wanted from this was the money. It may have been the prince but assassinations weren't uncommon when it came to royalty, this was nothing new. People would grieve, but sooner or later they would get over it. At least someone would be able to take over the throne without hassle. If the country began to fail because of the brother taking the throne, it would be his fault. Oh well. None of that mattered. The royal family and its problems in between didn't matter. It wasn't important.

 

Jiang singed the written out agreement, seeing Vincent smile. How gross, this was his brother but he was so desperate to have the boy killed. Horrible siblings. He would never let turn on his brothers like this, but jealous and greed was a terrible trait to have. He it was common upon the richer people. It was to be expected though. Not all rich people were that way, but most were. It was just the world they lived in. It wasn't pretty, but it was life. You got used to it after awhile. Like killing, sooner or later it just seems to become normal. Even if it is a horrible way to put it. You just get used to the path you've chosen for your life. It was revolting at first, but it sooner turned into a kill or be killed world for him. Hunt or be hunted. That was his life now, it was the choice he made for himself. No going back when your name is already on the line.

 

Vincent excused Jiang, letting him free to go find the prince somewhere in the castle. Vincent didn't tell him where to go, it was just get out before I make you get out. Jiang left without a word, don't question the one who holds the contract. He wondered around aimlessly, looking at the art on the wall, and the bases throughout the halls. He kept finding himself becoming a lot more lost than the previous rooms he walked into. He was becoming so confused. How are you supposed to meet a prince with dignity and confidence when you can't even find them? He was bound to run into him sometime, but he would look like a dumbfounded deer when spotted. This was not good.

 

As Jiang kept walking he ran into a maid, directing him to the throne room. He was grateful he finally found someone to help him. This place was larger, with lots of confusing twists and turns. He followed the directions, muttering them under his breath. He walked gracefully, wanting to give the prince a kind of good impression. That might not work if he just waltzes in a says I'm here to protect you, serve you, be your shield. That was ridiculous, no one would believe that. But he didn't know what else to say. Words ran thin with him, he never could speak properly, both he needed to learn within a minute.

 

Jiang pushed open the doors to the throne room, stepping in. He saw many servants around, serving the man in front of him. He was in awe of his beauty, elves were always an attractive race. He stepped forward, his boots causing sounds on the floor to echo through the quiet room. He saw that the male looked at him. He bit his tongue, this wasn't something he was used to. Words never worked for him the way they should. But he was going to wait until given permission to speak. Be proper and respectful, that's a way to give an impression.

[Bishie]

 

 

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[TD]Surname:

Telvanni[/TD]

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[TD]Nickname:

"Hiko"[/TD]

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[TD]Age:

20[/TD]

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[TD]Species:

Elf[/TD]

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[TD]Height:

5'7"[/TD]

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[TD]Birthday:

October 10th[/TD]

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[TD]Sexuality:

Pansexual[/TD]

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[TD]Hair Color:

Warm Silver[/TD]

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[TD]Eye Color:

Gold, with hints of blue around the irises.[/TD]

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[TD]Extra:

Clothing consists of expensive robes fit for a king, with up to 4 layers when in formal settings. If he ever has the opportunity for casual wear, he dresses down to only a soft layer of white/blue silk with sleeves.[/TD]

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[TD]Personality:

✿ Lazy -- Due to his spoiled upbringing, Hiko would rather watch paint dry, or sleep around all day by the lake instead of doing, y'know, actual work. This will be a main hurdle for him to overcome in the future, if he continues on his path towards being the ruler of his kingdom. However, this amazing skill at laziness does have an upside, because it led to him being...

✿ Patient -- He has the patience of a saint, or at least a fisherman.

✿ Clever -- His late parents left him with good genes after all! Hiko is a fairly great strategist, and somehow he just knows things. Call it elven intuition.

✿ Modest -- ...Almost to the point of being self-deprecating. He knows he wouldn't make a good ruler, so he doesn't act like he is one.

✿ Creative -- While he doesn't do it all of the time, Hiko likes to take his sketchbook out now and again and draw whatever he sees around him. Mostly, this trait shows heavily in his spellwork, which requires an imaginative mind to create something beautiful.[/TD]

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[TD]Likes:

✔ Rivers, lakes, and simply water in general. He spends the majority of his free time either swimming in it, fishing from it or even walking on it, because magic, yo.

✔ Both aquatic creatures and the type that don't live in the water.

✔ Getting time alone and away from the stress and noise of castle life.

✔ Family. Although his own isn't entirely too great.

✔ Commoners, and the simple food that they make. In fact, he loves practically every resident of his kingdom, and constantly wonders what it would have been like to be born amongst them.[/TD]

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[TD]Dislikes:

✖ Sushi, and fish dishes. It's why he releases every fish that he catches.

✖ Carrots.

✖ Dealing with complete opposites of his own personality.

✖ People who can't sit and relax every once and a while.

✖ Doing an awful amount of work.

✖ Honestly, not much.[/TD]

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[TD]Occupation:

Prince[/TD]

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[TD]Bio:

To be discovered.

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When "Hiko" was just a young, snot-nosed brat, he didn't really have a mother figure growing up.

 

Of course, he didn't realize that at the time. She passed away from an unknown illness before he even reached the budding age of two, leaving behind him, his newborn sibling, and their rapidly aging father, who was barely capable of ruling the kingdom that they called home let alone raising a pair of unruly elf children. This fact was proven undoubtedly correct almost immediately after it happened; not a full day-night cycle had passed before the old man locked himself away in his study to grieve, never once showing his face for all of the many weeks that passed in his absence, and by the time that he finally stumbled back into the throne room to do his duty as both father and king, Hiko had already long celebrated his second birthday without him.

 

He supposed that meant he lacked a reliable father figure as well, but at a time where he still equated gifts with love, little Hiko would have stated otherwise. Later, after he had celebrated many, many years past that second birthday, he was told that he resembled his lost mother in a way that made even Father struggle to look at him for too long. There was something about the shape of his face and the curve of his cheekbones that had the older folk doing a double take every time he passed by, and Hiko wished with no small hint of jealousy that he could have seen and experienced what they apparently knew so well, for the only image he had of his mother was a single portrait on the wall above the throne. And while Hiko took after this woman that he had barely known and was barely convinced to be real, his younger brother Vincent took after their father, in the most unfortunate of ways.

 

Broken beyond repair at the loss of his wife, Father lashed out and blamed everyone and everything around him without the tiniest shred of mercy. He grew bitter, cold, and cruel, and while he had always been a bit bad tempered, it had never reached such levels before. With little understanding of the disease that had taken her, he couldn't help but jump to the conclusion that it had been a human disease, and that humans were what had taken his wife from him. This led to very harsh punishments towards the common folk, with prisoners being taken and executed without trial, and any requests for help being denied, denied, and then denied again. It was growing clear that the king simply lost the love that he held for his kingdom and it's people, while those same people lost the love and respect they held for him.

 

It didn't take long for the tensions to grow, and a rift formed between the elves and the humans besides them. Racism was everywhere, polluting the streets like built up litter, and crime increased beyond any point they had ever experienced before. Not only that, but Hiko's brother took his own fair share of blame for the loss of their mother as well, and for no reason other than her falling ill so soon after his birth. But still, despite the injustices, the hatred and everything in between, life went on, drawn forward by the persistence and unforgiving nature of time itself. Everyone else was merely going along with the ride, struggling to get their grip and just hang on.

 

Hiko was one of those people. Hell, he'd say that he lost that grip a long time ago, when he was thrust into his position as prince following the inevitable death of his father. Everything seemed so inevitable when he really thought about it; that's probably why he didn't, and simply let fate have it's way with his life and everyone in it. He couldn't be bothered to worry so much, especially about something that he had very little control over. Who was he to go against fate, when so many others crumbled before it?

 

Soft silk enveloped him as he stood up out of bed, and the human servant before him spoke in hushed whispers with an excessive amount of tutting, most likely chastising him for not eating or sleeping nearly enough as she dressed him up in layers upon layers. Hiko couldn't be bothered to thank her; she wouldn't accept it anyways, and he was growing used to this daily ritual already, where he wasn't allowed to dress himself or cook his own breakfast, much like it had been when he was the same small child he had been reminiscing about only moments before.

 

He sighed.

 

---

 

Breakfast was served to him on the throne, as per usual. Servants held up plates for him and acted much like human furniture, and Hiko wished he could order them away to preserve their own dignity and escape from here as quickly as possible. There was a strong sense of dread settling in his stomach, making his patience wear thinner than usual, and even though he hadn't been awake and working for long, he was already itching to leave. As soon as he finished addressing the few commoners who had scheduled to meet with him today, he might sneak back into his room and lounge around until nightfall, hoping that this sudden bout of anxiety would sooth itself by then.

 

In the back of his mind, he wondered where his early-bird of a brother was. It was unlike Vincent to wake up after him, so he must have left somewhere before the sun peaked up over the mountains in the east. Hiko wished that he could wake up that early, for no reason other than to avoid his morning servants and catch a glimpse of the water during sunrise. It must be a beautiful sight to behold, and he caught himself staring wistfully into the distance even as someone desperately struggled to get his attention.

 

"Your Majesty!" He hummed in response to show that he was listening, even as his mind was entirely elsewhere. "A visitor has arrived!"

 

Well, that got his attention. His back straightened up in a second, gold eyes flickering upwards to catch sight of the heavy doors as they opened, revealing a man dressed up entirely in black cloths that would have been far too expensive for any human living in the depths of poverty to obtain. Hiko suddenly grew wary, and the dread that curled inside of him multiplied tenfold, but he swallowed down these emotions with practiced ease, his face remaining impassive and betraying nothing. There were weapons attached to the human's body in more places than one, and he watched as his servants hurried to relieve him of them, more for the sake of the prince's safety than anything else.

 

This was unplanned. Unexpected. There had been no appointments to meet with this man today, and Hiko never forgets a face when he sees it. What was he hoping to gain from such an immediate audience with him? There was only one way to find out.

 

"Speak." The human language had always felt odd on his tongue, but at the sound of his voice the servants around him quieted in an instant, so he didn't doubt the power behind the words. He wanted to cross his arms and fidget, but his training wouldn't let him, so engraved into his muscles that he couldn't 'act human' in this moment if he tried. That same training screamed at him to demand the man to kneel down and show more respect, but Hiko didn't feel like playing king to such an extent today. "For what reason do you come here?"

[Raychu]

Jiang felt weird having his weapons be stripped from him. The heavy metal would weigh him down with every step, but now he felt lighter than a feather. He straightened his back, his eyes following the servants that had stolen his weapons. He wasn't happy they were even touched to begin with, their dirty prints soiling the clean blades. He cared for his weapons, they were delicacies he collected from the jobs he was given. They never broke on him, they've been with him for years, he had an attachment to the blades he held. He used them in a distasteful way, but they never failed him once to make it quick and painless. For them to be touched by the unknown hands of strangers, it worried him that they would mysteriously break. Never to be use again.

 

Jiang looked at the prince that was at the end of the room. He had an intimidating stare that pierced right through the assassin. When he spoke, the room quieted, everyone obviously feeling just as intimidated as he was, but he wouldn't let his show as easily. He didn't train to keep his face stoic for no reason, he wouldn't let it go to waste. He needed to find the words to say, make up a believable lie. Vincent had stated he would be a bodyguard for his brother until he found the right time to off him, but can someone just waltz in an state they are the prince's new boydguard? He highly doubted such an easy thing existed in life, especially with the high guarded royalties.

 

Jiang bowed slightly, before speaking. He needed to remain proper, he needed to keep the manners he was taught to fool the people around him. "Your majesty, I was requested by your brother Vincent to become your new bodyguard. He believes there is a high risk of someone attempting to assassinate you before your upcoming coronation," he spoke in an ice cold voice. The lie seemed believable enough when spoken in an unwavering tone, he hoped it was enough to pull the wool over the prince's eyes. He was not in the mood for setbacks, he needed to return home to his family soon. He always left them alone for many weeks, even months to just provide some change for their survival. He would not allow himself to return home empty handed like many times before.

 

The assassin felt like he had failed to make the prince feel fooled by the words he spoke. His intense gaze looking right through the mask he put on. How was he supposed to fool someone who was not easily swayed by mere words. Vincent should have been here to at least get the prices started, but he expected the assassin to do it all on his own. If the brother really knew the prince then he would not having Jiang show up alone was not a good idea. He was sure it had already alarmed many people in the building, the prince more so. This wouldn't be a problem, words can be used to manipulate the people around you, he just needed to analyze the situation he was in, studying the prince. He could easily manipulate what the feelings were of the other if given the opportunity to. He just needed the other alone, surely that would not be so easy.

 

Jiang felt so vulnerable under the gaze of the other. He had no weapons to spar with, nothing to defend himself if he were to be attacked. Hopefully it did not come to such drastic measures as using hand to hand combat, he wasn't the best with brute force as much as he was with graceful swipes of a blade. He kept clenching and unclenching his hands into fists, cautious of the movements around him. No one seemed to pose a threat, but that could change in an instant. He had to be prepared to escape if need be. Then taking out the prince wouldn't be as easy as it was before when given the opportunity to be so close to him. He had to use this chance to his advantage.

 

Jiang kept moving his eyes from each servant in the room, then back to the prince. He was sure his caution showed with the quick movements of his eyes. Perhaps he would play it off as simply being intimidated by the elf's stare. He was sure many people were as well. How many people even came into this throne room only to be rejected by the king's disdain. Because of the elves, there was a rift between the elves and humans. Neither would dare look at each other without disgust taking over them. He never felt anger or disgust towards the elves, it was not their fault he took punishing the humans into his hands. That was his actions alone, no one else should be criticized for them. Jiang knew that, but he saw the separation of the kingdom from his own little home that was away from all of the problems.

 

Jiang shifts on his feet, worried about the response the prince might give. He could either be casted out, thrown into a dungeon for being so suspicious, or actually be given a chance. The last one seemed so slim, but he still had some of chance for that fantasy to become reality. But whichever road he was sent down was going to be chosen by the elf in front of him. His words could change Jiang's future. Being thrown into a dungeon sounded horrible, he didn't even want to smell what could have died down there. The king had taken many prisoners, he was sure there was even remains of bones from all the people that went missing into the castle.

[Bishie]

Hiko had a complicated relationship with his brother, to say the very least. The rift that had formed so long ago between them rivaled even the rift that still separated the kingdom's two races, sucking their former bond and whatever love that they held for each other into it like a parasitic black hole. No matter how hard Hiko tried to repair it and cover the damage, his brother pulled further and further and further away from him, until the vast, dark emptiness between them was too expansive to hide and too endless to be covered.

 

They were born to the same parents and shared the same blood, yet somehow they managed to be complete and total opposites, running together like oil and water in a shattered glass cup; never mixing, and never changing. As much as Hiko hated to admit, they were destined to hate each other the very moment Vincent was conceived, and the very moment their father decided that the eldest sibling was his favorite, despite how hard the youngest tried to gain his favor.

 

The main reason for all this conflict, however, boils down to this: Hiko was the firstborn son, and therefore, by default royal family law, the future king. Neither sibling had any choice in the matter, yet that didn't stop Vincent from directing the entirety of his ire towards him, much like their father had done with Vincent himself. This family feud had been going on for almost two decades, a grudge so thick that humans would barely even begin to comprehend it, interrupted only by the sudden disappearance and assassination of the "world's greatest dad" and "king of all time" (and he means that in the most polite, sarcastic way possible).

 

Quite frankly, Hiko was bored of it. He still did his brotherly duty by greeting his younger sibling each morning and wishing him a good rest every night, so there was simply no need for anything more strenuous beyond that. Sure, the days were far less interesting without their typical bouts of conflict, but his sanity was all the better for it. If there was one thing that he still held on to, though, it was his suspicions. Vincent had the dark eyes of their father and a special kind of hatred to match, paired most unfortunately with a wit that came close to rivaling Hiko's own. He wasn't one to be underestimated, and neither was the human that came to him carrying weapons fit for the royal guard.

 

(It was a shame that he had to hold such terrible suspicions of his own little brother, though. The times they lived in.)

 

Hiko's eyes narrowed, more in an attempt to regain clarity of the scene before him than anything else, lest the memories drag his consciousness back under again. The strangely dressed human shifted and fidgeted under his gaze in a way that made it seem forced-- scripted-- yet there was no lack of nervousness there, either. Warning bells rang in his mind without any help from the man's excuses, but the excuses definitely assisted in hammering the final nail into the hypothetical coffin.

 

He smiled.

 

"You say that my brother sent you?" The words had a lift to them that somehow managed to seem deceptively casual, as if they were merely discussing the weather while drinking tea in the deepest darkest pits of the castle dungeon. Somewhere to the left of him, a guard shifted, and he could hear the armor clink as it moved along with the wearer's body and then slowly resettled. The men were getting agitated, and Hiko was well aware that the atmosphere must be as stifling as the heavy metal that they insist protects them.

 

Vincent showing any care whatsoever for his well-being was as unthinkable as the idea of giant flying lizards living in the mountains to the far east, and every single person in the room knew it. The silence would have stretched on for longer, but Hiko didn't wait for the human to try and answer a question so obviously rhetorical, so he continued on. "How unusually... thoughtful of him." He paused, and then made an abrupt motion with his hand following that statement, and in an instant, a large number of protests rose up against him, metal clanging louder this time as more guards than one began to move out of their former positions.

 

"But sir--"

 

"Your Highness--"

 

"Enough. Leave us." He put enough force into his words that the protests stopped as soon as they came, and it was with full reluctance that the men and woman who served and cared for only the prince filed out and left the room. Hiko let out a slow breath, and his posture began to relax so faintly that you could barely tell the difference. Finally-- he was free from them, and if he played his cards right, he might be able to sneak out before they returned to check on him.

 

He stood up slowly, robes tumbling down around his feet, and only through sheer practice did he manage to climb down the several steps without accidentally tripping and killing himself. "Well then," he said pleasantly, similarly practiced smile back in place, crossing the long distance that stood between them without displaying a single care in the world. It was only then that he discovered he was shorter than this man-- this human-- even if it was only by a single inch, but the fact amused him more than anything. "Any friend of my brother is a friend of mine. Allow me to return your weapons."

 

Instead of turning his back to the man and giving him any sort of opening, his fingertips shone blue for only a split second before a neatly wrapped bundle of weapons appeared in his arms, recovered from the small armory room nearby. "A simple transfer spell," he answered before the question was even voiced, holding the bundle out towards him carefully, as if he actually worried about somehow damaging its contents. The other half of the answer went unsaid: a simple display of power.

[Raychu]

Jiang heard the clinking of metal coming from a guard. The assassin immediately stiffened, his eyes finding where the noise came from. He was obviously on edge being surrounded by so many guards unarmed. He might have been less panicked but he had no way of defending himself. They had armor on, even brute force would have been impossible for him. He didn't have any inhuman strength, the idea of using hand to hand combat was beyond him. He didn't train like that, he used weapons, never considering he wouldn't have them on at some point in time. A time when he was in need of them, that was right now. Everyone was just as tense as he was, all the eyes were on him. He was the threat that presented itself, anyone would have a right to attack him just under the suspicion he was going to harm the prince.

 

Jiang flinched, he was seen through. His lie did not fool the man in front of him. From those words alone Vincent must have never even showed any compassion towards the prince. He could still try to work with his given situation, but it was alms of impossible now. He could be taken out at any second with just the swing of the elf's arm. Jiang refused to give in and let his fear get th better of him, he wasn't trained for that. He needed to try and work with what he was given, he still had a family he needed to protect. He promised them he would return, he would not lie. He would return, he would continue to support them. He was all they had left. The assassin kept his his attention directly on the prince, even when he heard a sound his eyes did not waver. He need do to show he had no fear or worry. That was a sign of weakness, he was not weak. He had a family that made him strong.

 

Jiang felt shock that the prince would actually send out the men in the room. The raven haired man knew the prince knew that he was dangerous. It was obvious with the way he strolled in here, so why was the other sending out his source of protection? This surely meant the prince was crazy, Jiang could use this to his advantage and kill the prince then without hesitation. Everyone seemed to know that, but the elf still put his life on the line even with that knowledge. The assassin couldn't tell if it was foolishness or bravery. It was a mixture of both. He had met no man who would actually send out his only protection even when knowing they were going to die. But the guards were not happy by this demand, they even tried to protest the higher up, but his decision did not waver. He sent them out of the room.

 

Jiang straightened himself up when the prince began to approach. He felt like he needed to somehow maintain a proper image, even if the prince was going to die soon. He had never cared about how he looked in front of people until now. He was beginning to become so hung up over whether or not he looked decent. He never trained to stand up straight, keeping the shoulders back. He was only doing this to pretend he actually had some sort of training in class. Though he had never actually done it himself. He had observed many who did do it. His job allowed him to see many types of people, poor and rich. Though this was the first he ever had to assassinate a prince. But the person did not matter, it was the money that did. Money kept his siblings from starvation or dehydration. Money bought new clothes that were warm. Money provided for his siblings when he could not. He gave everything to his family.

 

Jiang only nodded when the prince said he would return the weapons. Friend. He surely was not a friend to anyone of this castle, surely not the prince's brother. This only proved more that the prince knew of his intentions, he was not easily fooled like the others. He couldn't blindfold him from the truth. This was going to be a huge problem if the prince decided to act on what he knew. No one needed to give him a trial, he was already guilty without words being said. This only made him much more worried if he would return home safely or not. He couldn't think of this right now, it would only weigh him down. He needed to keep his composure, not let the longing for his family bring him down. He could be upset later when he was in private, when he was invisible to the eyes of everyone. That's the only time he would allow himself to show some sort of weakness. That time was not now, he needed to keep his mask on. He needed to remain strong.

 

Jiang watched with curious eyes at the spell that had been performed in front of him. This was something he had never seen before, it was an extremely new experience. Magic was something only the royalties had, and everyone could only dream of. Jiang couldn't see why he was put in the position to kill the prince. Vincent had fancy magic as well, right? So shouldn't be able to use it to rid of his brother himself? Maybe not, someone would suspect him if he showed no empathy towards his brother at all. Jiang was just convenient for Vincent to play around with. He knew this clearly, he always was the one to be used. But to think the prince's brother only wanted him dead so he could control the kingdom, it showed how envious he was of being the second born in the family.

 

Jiang carefully took back the bundled weapons, seeing they were not damaged in anyway filled him with relief. The assassin didn't know what to say next. He felt as if he was only digging his own grave if he spoke once more. His lie already was seen through, nothing was going to change that. It's like the prince was able to see through him as a whole person. Did his nervousness show? Was he displaying his weakness in front of the man? The prince seemed to have ripped away the mask he put on, watching the real emotions of the assassin. He kept his eyes on the blades that were in his hands. Everything he had worked so hard to cover up was seeming to seep out into the world.

 

Jiang could kill the prince right now. It would be done and over with in an instant. Everyone would know the assassin killed him, but they would have to find him for punishment. He didn't live close to the kingdom, he kept himself away. He knew many people saw him from the jobs he was given, he had to stay out of sight. Killing the prince would be easy, just a swipe of the blade. It would finish him off quickly. Somehow Jiang couldn't bring himself to just off the prince out of the convenience of being alone. It did not work for him. He did not feel like running from angry guards. His eyes did not once leave the blades. The thought of killing the prince then kept crossing his mind even when he tried to push the idea out. He was told to kill the prince two days from now, not today. He had to be patient and wait. Only if he absolutely needed to kill the prince this early would he do it. He signed an agreement, he would follow it.