Room

I couldn't sleep and by now the night sky was approaching midnight by the looks of it. I couldn't stop thinking about how everything today escalated and in my favour.. I could have been locked up in the dungeons and even executed for my crimes. After-all, this was a prescheme against the Prince. If they found out who sent me, a battle would have no doubt ensued between the kingdoms of Seeda and Nairo. It was reckless of me to take the matter so lightly. I really had not observed a plan like the Queen acknowledged. I went to the city and with my luck I saw him out on the balcony. I then searched for an empty house, took refuge in it and saw it a suitable enough distance to make my kill. I'm not built for this, and as my father would say 'runs in our blood' .. it doesn't, not for me. In this matter I think the only blood that runs through me is my mothers, perhaps the only Cubras blood in my system afterall is to serve. My fathers family have served for centuries, none of them have ever been the higher up. Just like when the Queen came to my house after my father had died and announced me her assassin in command, something in me snapped. It felt like this is what I was born to do, to serve as one. I don't know much about my family history, but whenever my father said to be a Cubras is to be as an assassin, sometimes I think he meant it literally. As if we were structured differently from the rest of human kind in that way.

I needed to go back to the city eventually, if the Prince really did see me and let me off then I need to know why. He was nothing like his father from what I have heard and once saw. People often pity him for having a father like him in fact. Saying that a moral man wasn't going to be seen for what he truly was anymore because of the crimes his father has committed. He's in his shadow in that sense. But for how long, I dont know. Perhaps when he does become King one day he will prove people wrong. The man standing on the balcony needed to live long enough for his people to see him for who he is rather than see his father. I also once came across him in the forest whilst hunting and he, venturing the greenery on his horse. I don't believe he saw me because he was way too occupied with seeing a herd of deers for the first time. Also because I'd climbed a tall and brimful tree and had stayed there. What struck me was his compassion, which his father has none of. When an elderly man, with what looked like his grandson, approached within the the part of the forest we were occupied within, he stopped and spoke to them. I overheard their conversation of course I wasn't far of. He asked if they were lost but the elderly man confessed he was heading for the city to buy food with the money they managed to save that year. He then told his two guards to give each of them a ride on their horse to make the journey to the city quicker. He also gave the young boy a small black leather sack of all the the coins he had carried with him. It must have been worth more than their own savings.