Assassination

As the joyous celebration filled the air, the atmosphere suddenly shifted when a group of ominous figures, dressed in black attire and concealing their faces, swiftly stormed in, effectively blocking all exits and the surrounding area.

"What's happening?" The crowd erupted into panic as menacing swords were brandished before them.

"Protect the royal family!" bellowed a guard as he charged ahead.

Chaos ensued as the hall erupted into a frenzy of screams and frantic movements, with people desperately seeking refuge amidst the crowd.

Zyran urgently grabbed Amira and swiftly guided her away from the bustling crowd. He carefully led her beneath a nearby table, using the tablecloth for cover.

"Zyran?" Amira called out, her voice tremulous with fear.

"I'll be back. Stay right here, okay?" he reassured her, gently pressing a kiss to her head.

The royal family was led through the back door exiting the hall.

Zyran signaled his men, and soon enough, guards out of nowhere covered the place, surrounding the assassins present.

Zyran stood in the middle his sword in his hand.

"You should have made the assassination after the celebration. Who gave you the right to frighten my wife?" The assassins look at themselves in confusion before charging forward for a fight.

The sound of swords slashes in the air, and blood splatters on the carpeted floor.

Within five minutes the fight ended. Zyran stared at the last man standing.

"Take him away for questioning," he said to Aaron who nodded pulling the man away.

"I guess nowhere's safe nowadays," Ezekiel remarked wiping his sword with the handkerchief he had in his pocket.

Ezekiel tsks turning at the mess, quests peek their head from under the table.

"I guess it's time we all rest for the night," Ezekiel murmured.

Zyran turns away from the scene, his eyes. As he slowly approaches the table, he keeps his gaze fixed on it.

His focus was on Amira's presence. With a swift motion, he pulled the tablecloth away and peered underneath, only to be taken aback by the unsettling sight that unfolded before him.

Amira was drenched in sweat, her hair clinging to her skin, and she had her hand pressed against her ear, murmuring indistinct words.

Her desperate pleas filled the air as she uttered, "No.... please stop..... Leave her... Nooo..." Her words were fragmented, and her eyes seemed to be distant and unfocused.

"Amira?"

Zyran called out desperately, his voice echoing through the hall.

"Argh!" Her scream pierced the silence, and she collapsed, her body going limp as she lost consciousness.

In an instant, Zyran reacted, reaching out just in time to prevent her from hitting her head on the hard floor.

His expression was a mix of concern and confusion as he gazed down at her fragile form.

"Call the royal physician!" his urgent command echoed through the grand hall as he scooped her up from the cold floor, cradling her in his arms.

With determined strides, he carried her through the chambers, down corridors, and into the sanctuary of his quarters.