You’ve been trained as an assassin since childhood—your legacy, your bloodline, your life.

The job was never easy. Endless missions, a shadowed reputation. People spoke your name in hushed whispers, known like the rising sun. In a kingdom where few cared for each other, targets were usually routine. But this assignment was different.

The prince. Adored by the people. Guards everywhere. You’d need the cover of night and the skill to enter his quarters unseen. As the castle slept, you scaled its high walls, your knives finding purchase on the stone. You carefully eased his window open, slipping inside with trained silence. A faint creak escaped the floorboards as you moved.

Your pulse quickened as you prepared to finish the mission. But before you could act, a powerful hand seized your wrist, another gripped your shoulder, and with a sudden force, you were pushed back against the cold wall, leaving you momentarily stunned.