"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HAWTHORNE KILLED THE ASSASSIN?" Roksov's voice echoed off the cave walls, and everyone who heard him cowered, especially the Dwal, the messenger before him.

"Our intel said that Hawthorne saved the prince and chased after the assassin."

"And he killed him?" Roksov gripped the edge of a table, knuckles white and the wood creaking.

"Yes sir, but from what was seen, it sounds like he recognized Allwin first." Hawthorne must have thought Allwin would crack under torture and reveal him. It made sense, and in Hawthorne's place Roksov would have done the same. But why save the prince in the first place? Did he not realize what was happening? Does he not know how great a threat Prince Duncan is?

"Has he any idea how badly he's messed things up?"

"What did you say, sir?" Roksov flung the table across the room, the wood shattering against the wall, papers and splinters scattering across the room. Dwal lept back with a yelp, moving towards the door slowly. He had a high level of self preservation.

Roksov ran is fingers through his hair, nearly pulling it out by the roots. He was breathing hard, red encroaching his vision. Not now, not now... I can't lose control now...

"Get out." Dwal didn't need to be told twice.

If there was one thing that would ruin everything Roksov had worked for over the past decade, it would be Prince Duncan. He was the only man as cold hearted, cut-throat, and conniving as Roksov, and he had the power along with the ability to destroy the Rhodaezka Movement. His assassination had been in the works for over a year. And yet it was ruined in a matter of minutes... There were no second chances. The prince would be on the constant lookout now, security would tightened in every area of the castle and city. Even passing messages would be harder. I doubt I can even safely contact Green and Hawthorne now.

"By the sword of Lupa's mate, what was he thinking?" He'd gambled too much on that idiot gladiator. Someone else would have to take his place, and soon. 

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Yes, yes, I know it's short. 

Anyways, things are about to get interesting. Hang in there! It only gets worse. 

Once again, sorry for being late. I'm working on getting my ducks in a row but a few of them flew away and I think the one in the back might be dead.