The guard drags me down the hall, their nails digging into my flesh. I clench my jaw, blood gliding down my arms, dripping off my finger's. My head hung low, hair draping over my face like a curtains.

   My body is thrown into a room, pain springing into my arms since I landed on them. Once the door shuts, Esther hunches over me, lifting her dress to do so.

  She helps me up with her cold hand. "How did you find me?" 

"What do you mean?"

"My father clearly sent you," She tucks some of her hair behind her ear. "How'd he find out where I was?"

  "Unless you're my sister, your dad didn't send me."

"Oh yeah? What's his name?" She lifts a red eyebrow.

"Kenneth James Wester," I reply, plopping into a metal chair.

Her face drains of color, making her red stained lips pop. "K-Kenneth."

"What? You know him?"

"His daughter...is the best assassin in the land." She gasps.

"Aw, that's an overstatement," I reply, chucking my feet onto the table. "But that's what my father always says."

  "Why am I a target," She sniffs. "Why does it have to be me?"

"Can we just get over this," I groan. "I wanna go home."

"You're sick!" She erupts, startling me. "You go around, killing people and you don't even care!?"

"Who says I don't!?" I shoot back. "I'm forced to do this shit!"

"You're not forced-"

"My father says if I don't kill, I won't be a man!" I stuff my wet face into my hands.

"You're not a man....."

"No, but my mother couldn't give him another child, so he uses me as his 'Prince'"

She walks over and touches my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. "What is your name?"

"Kenneth, after my father."