It was a breezy, quiet day. The young Lily hummed in peace, cleaning the princess’s room. She was alone. Her breath hitched when she felt a cold, sharp knife point into her neck slightly. She gasped and turned around. An assassin. He spoke quietly. ”Lady Lillian of York, I presume? Well, say goodbye..” He says with a hint of bluntness. She tries to shriek in fear; but he points the knife further. Till a menacing voice echoes.

”Let.her.go.” His dark eyes pierce.