Journel Update:

I'm starting to understand now what the guards were talking about.
Prince Scott is definitely some level of chaos that I could have never imagined coming from a Prince.

He's got this habit of sneaking off from guards and the castle, he's very stubborn about how he doesn't need protection, he can be quite sassy and worst of all; Unpredictable.

Martyn sighed, for the last week the Prince was just this unpredictable being that made him question a lot of things.

But he is definitely active, he's escaped guards many times either by climbing on the roof, out a window, simply avoiding them at all costs or sometimes I'd turn my back for one second and he was jumping off the balcony to floor below.

Martyn groaned, Grian was bad enough but he had a feeling that this guy was somehow going to be on a same level of Grian.
And that's saying something.

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"So what's on the agenda for today, Martyn LittleWoods??"
Martyn checked the notebook of Scott's, it was just has scattered as this guy's head was.
"Uhm. . . Well, one of the things you wrote was to visit the village-"
"Right! And that gives me a chance to give you a tour!"
Scott grabbed a coat and practically dragged Martyn down the hall.

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The market was buzzing with people and children running around.
Martyn had never took the time to appreciate the village with how busy he was before he got this job, this kingdom was happy and running smoothly.
"Scott, Scott!"
Martyn turned to his left, finding Scott gone but quickly found him surrounded by children, running around him and Scott just having the time of his life.
. . .
Martyn couldn't help but smile, watching Scott interacting with kids and having fun.
Martyn took out a notebook, making note of some stuff.

Prince Scott

-Unpredictable
-Very Active
-Quick and Very Durable(Probably, saw him jump from the balcony)
-Loves animals
-Loves the ocean(Mermaids to be exact)
-Seems to like kids.

Martyn closed the notebook, now seeing Scott was playing a game with the kids.

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"Kids really like you."
Scott smiled,"It wasn't always like that. . . People use to fear me because I was a Prince, but I never really cared about my title and just asked of them to treat me like I would treat fhem: With respect and they don't call me 'Prince Scott', just Scott is fine with me.", humble much.
The sun was beginning to set and Scott could see some phantoms appearing so, he grabbed Martyn's arm and they walked a little faster inside.

~

Scott was sat in front of the fire with his book on Mermaids and Sirens.
As Martyn threw in some wood to feed the flames, you decided to ask Scott.
"Scott, can I ask about your scars?"
Scott glanced up, looking at his arms that were covered in scars, so was his neck, some on his face and possibly more.
"Oh, this is all from battles and training."
Scott smiled,"I'm kind of, very durable and when I get into a battle: I can go all out and it's gotten to the point of were I can withstand a lot of damage, such as getting hit by an arrow, slashed by a sword and I once managed to run from 14-15. . . I don't remember, I fled from a huge group of people that tried to kill me once.", he smiled at Martyn, who was in shock: No wonder this man wasn't easy to kill from afar.
"I. . . I'm stunned."
Scott smiled,"Yeah, that's an honest reaction.", he chuckled and went back to reading.

Martyn left the room for a moment, now he was really stumped because Scott was a nice person but also a man that was not to be messed with or to be tested.
He's already spent a week building trust in the Prince, looking for the best opportunity to kill him which wasn't even easy.
The best time would be when he was asleep, but Martyn wasn't sure if Scott was a heavy sleeper or a light sleeper.
. . .
This was going to be hard.

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Martyn was sat on one end of the sofa, holding his dagger and looking at Scott who had fallen asleep.
He had moved the book on the small table, he slowly stood up and held the dagger to his neck.
Are we really going to kill him. . .?
Martyn heard himself, his thoughts asking if he could kill him.
. . .
Martyn took the dagger away, putting it back in his belt and covered Scott with a blanket.
This was different. . . He has assassinated rulers before, some he hadn't which got him in huge trouble but to be fair they did die but not by his hands.
God-