Scarlett is 25 years old. She was trained to be an assassin. After four years of doing to correctly she ended up shot. She almost lost her life. When she pulled through she knew she was done. She needed something time consuming and dangerous.
Amee...
I bang on Ameers door. It's Thursday night at about three A.M. I have barley stopped training. The castle is on lockdown.
Whore maid is being held at the jail because Ameer said. He wouldn't even let me talk to her.
He opens the door half asleep. "What," he asks. I push into his room. "I need phone records for Conner," I say.
"Why," he asks. "It's unlikely but he could be in on," I say. It takes him ten minutes tops. He hands me the paper. Tons of missed call from a number. He never answered and ended up blocking the number.
No texts either. I dial the number on my phone putting it to my ear. It goes straight to voice mail. "This is Alexander leave a message," the voice makes my blood run cold.
The next day
Everyone is on high alert. Nothing has been easy. Watching behind our backs. Training. I haven't trained like this since I was first getting started.
I'm getting ready. Of course. I am wearing the black dress and black heels with a black dagger strapped to my thigh.
I finish my make up. Ameer runs into me spilling red win all over my front. I look up glaring at him. "I'm sorry," he says. "Now what am I supposed to wear," I ask.
He smirks "come on." He leads me back to the room where I tried it on. He sighs around for a minute pulling out a red dress.
He hands it to my pulling out a pair of the exact same shade red heels handing them to me. He kisses the side of my head leaving.
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I put on the stupid red dress on after cleaning myself of course. I'm not that mad. The leg slit makes my dagger perfectly accessible.
I walk down the stairs. Anxious. I know I'm being dramatic but oh my fuck. My dad loves fights. All it wars. Fight till the last breath kinda thing. This could go on for a while.
Maybe I should not wear a dress Ugh I don't know. I know I can fight in a dress it's who I may fight that scares me.
"Hey," Ameer says. He grabs my chin making me look at him. He has a make up remover wipe in his hand. He rubs it gently over my lips taking the black lipstick.
He kisses my nose throwing the wipe at someone. He opens a dark red lipstick that matches the fucking dress quite well.
He gently swipes it across my bottom lip. Caring my bottom lips. He leans down focusing really hard covering the top one making sure not to get any lipstick on my skin.
He throws the lipstick at the same person after shutting it.
"Are you ready," I ask. "We could both die tonight," I say. "Prepare for the worst pray for the best," he says holding his arm out.
I link our arms the ballroom door open. "Presenting king Ameer and his lovely security Scarlett," Chris says into the mic.
Ameer smiles at everyone as we slowly step down the small staircase. I keep my face cold and blank scanning the room.
