I've never shot a bride before. Never heard the screams of the guests or seen her red stained wedding dress.
  My legs hung off the tree, swinging back and forth. I firmly held my shot gun, aiming it to where the ceremony would take place.
  The husband, who was a very rich prince of the kingdom I snuck into, stood next to the priest. His dark tux clung to his broad shoulders, a flower jutting out of his jacket pocket.
  He had a bit of stubble on his chin, bags perched underneath his icy cool eyes.
  The music began, my grip tightening. A father began walking his daughter down the way, arms linked together. The brides' red hair hung past her shoulders, frizzy and curly.
  She stopped before her husband, giving him a fake smile. I aimed my gun at the brides' head, making sure I could finish the job with one bullet.
   "Hey!"
   Pain shot through my thigh, a scream erupting from my throat. I lost balance, falling from the branch, my gun falling beside me. I yelped out, the pain bursting, the blood surging from the wound.
   I hit the grass, my back flaring up with pain. The darkness began to take over my vision, the pain drifting away.
   You know, my father does love me, he just wants his daughter to be the perfect little assassin, that's all. Sure, he may yell at me a lot, but it's for my own good.
   My father loves me, okay!
   He does!
   He doesn't say it, but he does!
   I swear..
 
   A.N. and the story begins! Haha, if you enjoyed this chapter 'the assassin and the bride' please give it a vote and a comment. Bye!