The guard heard only the slightest whisper of metal against leather before he felt the edge of the blade pressed gently against his throat."Call out and I slit your throat" the Assassin whispered in his ear. "How many guards?"The guard was clearly struggling to stay so still."Speak up or bleed out.""None." It was half a whisper, half a wheeze. The air burned the small cut the knife made as speaking moved his neck."Not one guard for the Royal heir?" The Assassin whispered on disbelief.The guard g
The Prince's Pet
By: Peptidase
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