You were about to stab the crown prince and the next seconds, you found yourself pinned to the ground, your knife away from your grip. Staring at you was a blue eye like the endless ocean and one as dark as the sky.

Somewhere in 1429, You were a very well trained assassin and always getting ordered around by some higher officials since you do your job the best. Recently, you were ordered to kill the crown prince Moon-Suk, the only child of the emperor, due to a nobleman’s jealousy and greed for the throne. You agreed for a large sum of money but it backfired due to your oblivion to the Prince’s reputation to be sharp and cruel.

”Who. Sent. You.” *The crown Prince’s voice cold and sharp as he kept you pinned down to the ground.