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hilos! :P

Hello :)

So did u have any ideas?

Anything with fantasy and/or magic is good with me

Okkkkk uhmmmmmm, assasin x prince? Lol, im sorry, i dont gots specific plots

Okay thats good!

Ok, so you wanna do character bios or just jump in?

just jump

Ummm, do u want to start? Or me?

Sry i went to sleep

Could you start please?

Sure, ughhh, i hate going to sleep like that. I wake up and i have 50 new notifications :/ sory, had to get that out of my system

How she looks :

Okay! Its all good! Are you the assassin or the princess?

Anastasia was dragged into the throne room, summoned by the king. The royal family sat comfortably in front of her. She detested them with her soul. They got the good life while she had to do the king's dirty work. She wore black pants and a white tank top, as she had been jogging out on the grounds. Her hair was tied up into a loose ponytail, and she was sweating. She held her head high, shaking out of the gaurds clutch. "You called, Your Highness?" She asked not bothering to bow. She was a defiant girl. She crossed her arms over her chest, fully aware it was a sign of fear, but not for her. She was just pissed.

Rikoudou wrote: "Okay! Its all good! Are you the assassin or the princess?"

Assasin, please

((Got it))

Sade was sitting comfortably beside his father in his large, velvet covered throne. His long silver hair shifted on his shoulders as he cocked his head to the side. The throne room was massive. Drapes covered the windows and massive tapestries hung from the walls, all of which told a story together. Sade shook his head and looked off to the side of the courtroom as his attention was caught by movement from the corner. He was always intrigued by the servants; all of them masters at their jobs. Sweeping, cleaning, polishing. They could do those jobs and make them seem like an art form.

The gaurd behind her pinched her arm hissing, "Is that how you address the King? Bow down before him, assassin." She grit her teeth and shook her head. The king raised his eye at her and cleared his throat. "Yes, i did summon you. I have another mission for you. But i think you will be acquainted with the target." Now it was Azalea's turn to raise her eye. She tilted her head at the king, motioning for him to continue. "Who is it?" She asked a little curiously. She had learned to mask her emotions at ease with her first bloodshed. "Your father, master of all rogue assassins." The King smiled deviously as he articulated each word clearly and slowly.

Sade's eyes widened and he turned his head to his father. "I thought you were sending me to kill him?" He murmured. His eyes reached over to the assassin before them, "And why would you make this girl kill her own father? That's terrible!" His voice echoed through the massive hall and back to them. He shook his head and crossed his arm. "Terrible. Absolutely terrible."

Anastasia felt a lump form at her throat but she covered it easily with an amused look. "I se-" she was cut off by the Prince. He was supposed to have been sent? his next words felt like a slap to her face. "Do you think me incapable of killing my own father, Prince Sade?" She asked loudly, ignoring the steel grip of the gaurds and kick to her knees. "Of course im sending you son. Im sending you with her. She will assist you when needed. The kill is yours." The king said with a chuckle, patting his sons shoulder.

"No. I do not think you incapable. I just want to kill the man that killed my mother!" He spat. A small smile crawled across his face as his father patted him on the shoulder. "Thank you, father." He whispered. "I am grateful. So very grateful." He nodded. "However, I doubt I will be needing any help." He said with a loud laugh.

"Oh please, you think you can kill my father, the master of all rogue assasina, as your father so eloquently stated, by yourself?" She laughed. "You would be dead within the first second of seeing him." She stated coldly, with an evil smile. "As for you, Your Highness, is that all? I would like to return to my jog." The king shook his head, smirking. "Apologize to my son and you may leave." Anastasia stared at him like he had gone insane. "Make me." She challenged.

Sade squinted at her and then looked away. "Don't apologize. Just leave..." He murmured. Sade stood up and walked off to one side of the hall where a door stood. "I'm going somewhere." He whispered. The small wooden door creaked on its hinges as he made his exit.

"Thank you, Your Princeliness." Anastasia grinned and curtsied. She turned on her heels and walked out despite not being dismissed. She headed back to the grounds waving at all the staff that she passed by. She reached the courtyard and continued jogging, think about the King's words.

Within the hour Sade was crossing the courtyard in peasant's clothes with an old cloth cloak draped across his shoulders. The wet grass left specks of dark brown on his torn up leather shoes. Sade looked around carefully to make sure no one saw him as he entered a door that was supposed to lead to a cellar, although no one knew because it hadn't been opened since the fourth kings rein.

Anastasia was joggin when she saw movement. She squinted her eyes trying to see who it was and saw that it was the prince. Intrigued she followed him, staying far behind so he wouldnt notice her. She wondered what he was up to. The door he entered through was one she never saw, or noticed. How could she jot have seen it?

Stairs confronted him as he went through the door. As he shot down the stairs the familiar buzz of the odd clock work machine met his ears. "Its working? At this time of day?" He asked himself. "Wow..." He mumbled. This odd machine usually only worked at night.

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((im so sorry!DX))

Anastasia was amused and surprised as she saw the strange mechanism. Hearing the prince's voice, she assumed that he had been down here several times. Her breathing had steadied and she watched him, remaining stealthy.

(Its all good! And do you mind if I put a little magic twist into the story? Like magic is a taboo thing to have but the prince was born with it? And he is just learning or something? If not its fine!)

The clockwork ticked and echoed through the halls that branched off of the room. As Sade's smile widened he clapped his hands and stepped forward to touch the cool copper plates that held the surface of the machine together. "Beutiful machine..." He murmured.

((i have to go, sowwy! Happy VDAY! and sure!))

(Have a nice day!)

Anastasia gasped in amazement, and followed him. She kept her breathing controlled so she wouldnt give herself away. She began to feel clammy as she had been sweating from the jogging.

"Hmmm... I wonder if it has given me anything yet..." He whispered. He held his hands out and recited ab incantation beneath his breath. A small black flame shot from his hand. "Woah..."