"Password?" A deep, gruff voice said from behind the metal door, reminding me of the many times I had gone to these dungeons, some with only a meeting planned, others to execute a murder.

"Believe what you want, Germany is still the best,"

The door creaked open, the muscular man stepping out of the way so that I could enter the barely lit room.

"Your highness," I whispered the moment I saw Adelaide, giving her a mocking bow with a smirk, "it's been a while, hasn't it?"

Getting up from her sitting position on the stool, she walked towards me, and giving me a crushing hug, whispered, "Stop being stupid and admit you missed me,"

Sighing into the her hug, I pushed her back lightly, knowing I couldn't get emotionally attached, even if she was like the older sister I never had.

"Sky told me you wanted to see me," I said quietly, getting a hold of my emotions.

Her face changed, realisation hitting her. I guess she wasn't expecting me to change so much in the span of three short years.

"Yes. The Duke of Cambridge, Prince Adolphus, has been telling the king that he believes his life is threatened by you. I don't know how he found out, but we must get rid of him before the news spreads and you can't reach him," Her face, the beautiful face I had learned to love over the years, was now full of worry, her eyes clouded in such way you would believe she was much older than her forty three years of life, "Also, if you are caught, just know that your identical is ready to be put to use."

That had happened a mere few hours ago, and since then, my mind had been running wild trying to find ways to get rid of the Duke, or his belief revolving around me being an assassin.

Maybe if you let yourself get caught? I thought, but then remembered the last person who had been put on trial for murder. She had been beheaded.

You've got an identical...

I knew Adelaide would put her throne on the line for me, and I knew she would curse my name for the rest of eternity if I got myself killed. But I didn't want to let someone else die for me. I was the one who had carried out countless murders, from the real princess Adelaide to king George IV, going through multiple guards and defenceless citizens, some of them innocent in this unknown war we were fighting.

"Remember, if you get caught, tell Sky. You are not dying under my watch,"

I guess one more death on my conscious wasn't going to be the end of me, especially since all of this, all of the death and pain and lies, was part of a bigger picture, part of a silent revolution towards a brighter future.

Silently walking through the empty hallways of the Duke's house in London, the bright paintings decorating the white walls reminding me of the haunting nightmares I used to have of the royal family and the nobility I had killed, their faces screaming at me for cutting their life short.

If I get caught, and then run, he will send a search party to kill me.But then, when he reaches the house and doesn't see me, he will think I have made a run for it.

It was decided.

I wasn't here to kill him, but to scare him and give away my identity.

A door banged open from my left, the brightness of the candlelight blinding me for a second, "I knew it was you. I should never have listened to the king. You are going to pay for killing Audetta, along with the rest of my family," a ferocious voice said, the gleaming sword he usually carried strapped to his hip now on full display, my eyes widened in fear.

He said Audetta.

He thought I had killed Audetta, the same person now known as queen Adelaide, a princess from Germany who was now ordering me to get rid of him, well, his belief of me being an assassin, anyway.

Laughing at the absurdity of it all, I ran out of the hallway, and crashing through one of the windows, ran along the empty roads of London towards the horse I had stolen from my husband. Well, it was mine too, now that I was married.

The horse I had been riding for the past four hours had a black gleaming coat, the white on her forehead being the reason her name was Blacklight. She was a well-built mare, who, even thought was not properly treated by Richard since he didn't care about her, still managed to have a pretty good life, the green grass from the fields behind the house being her main source of food.

Pulling on the reins, I made her come to a stop, my eyes and ears on alert as I surveyed the city I had grown up in, the baker and other early risers already up and preparing for the day as the sun filtered through the clouds, the orange light shining on the building I now had to call home.

A scream was heard, and from my previous assassinations, I knew it belonged to a male adult.

Richard!

It wasn't that I cared much for him, in fact, I carried a bag of hate, and if I ever had the chance, I would leave him for sure. But that didn't mean I wanted him dead.

Leaping from my horse, I tied her to a tree nearby, the leash long enough for her to eat and drink some water from the puddle next to her.

As I crept towards the house, I climbed one of the trees in the garden, tall enough to allow me to see through the windows, and bushy enough for me to not be seen.

There he was, lying on the floor surrounded by bright red blood, moaning as he sucked in his last few breaths of air, life slipping away as quickly as the blood oozing out of the wound in his chest. Next to him, the mute girl stood shaking in fear, her eyes wide as the Duke's men pointed swords at her.

"I knew you wouldn't kill him," someone whispered beside me, making me jump.

Looking over towards Sky, his black hood covering most of his face, I guessed, "The queen put you up to this, didn't she?"

"She told me to prepare plan B, and you're lucky I did,"

"But she's not," I whispered more to myself, a deep sadness taking over my body as I saw them take her towards the carriage, the cold metal from my nightmares her new reality as they took her to the dungeons, where she would spend the rest of the night, until the execution tomorrow morning.