Garis
Few things took Garis by surprise, but Rosalie's terms almost floored him. So much for her being the sweetest of the lot. The assassin looked at her with a new regard and carefully-concealed wariness.
"Do you not see what I want?" she asked, impatient and wringing her hands beneath her cloak.
The assassin exhaled deeply before replying, "You desire quite a lot, Princess. You realize that it will not come cheap?"
"Money is no issue for me."
Garis gave a brief, mirthless laugh. "I thought not, and money is the only thing that matters in this. Now, as for the price..." The assassin leaned forward and whispered the sum in the princess's ear, unable to hold back a smile as she gasped in surprise -- the amount was exorbitant, enough to run the entire country for a full three months with enough left over for several lavish parties.
Garis stepped back to find the princess looking at him, not a shred of hesitation to be found in her appearance. "Done."
"The assassin requires a quarter of the payment up front..." A hefty bag of coin was held out in front of him, and Garis took it, estimating the amount by weight -- it was a little over a quarter, but no matter. He hid it in his own cloak, all the while wondering at the foolishness of the youngest princess. "Another quarter will be expected after every kill. Is there any preference for the order and timing?"
Rosalie nodded her understanding and said, "Derrick first, before the assembly. Casilda next, and Arianna last."
"Consider it done. Now, Princess, we really should be returning to the palace. The assembly is in a few hours, and I believe you need time to prepare." He offered his arm to the princess, she took it, and they departed from the roadside glen they had conversed in, heading back to the court.
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Garis waited in the shadows of Derrick's room, dressed all in black, dagger ready to hand, a skin of fresh lamb's blood on his hip, and a vial of a rare potion that induced a deathlike state stashed carefully in a breast pocket. The impending murder of a friend weighed heavily on the assassin's mind, but not as heavily as the blood money, broken up and safely stashed away. Still, he was not so cold-hearted as to kill one of his rare friends in cold blood -- Garis at least had the decency to offer the prince the chance to buy his life, hence the lamb's blood and potion, laced with a plant that caused painful seizures. A fake death by poisoning had to look convincing, after all.
The door to the room swung open on well-oiled hinges, and Prince Derrick stepped into the room. Garis waited until the prince had shut the door behind him and sat down in a chair before approaching his friend, dagger concealed, but ready at hand, as always.
"Derrick...."
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