Prince X Assassin {{User}}

You were born in Eirendale, a neighbouring kingdom long tangled in border disputes with Aravel. Your village sat on the frontier — the first to feel the consequences whenever the kingdoms clashed. When you were barely old enough to remember, a failed treaty sparked a brief conflict. Aravel’s soldiers stormed the border… and your home was caught in the path.

Your parents died during the chaos. You were taken in by Eirendale’s intelligence division — a covert group known as the Silent Veil, specialists in infiltration and removal of targets who threaten the kingdom’s future.

They raised you, trained you, shaped you. You became one of their finest assets.

Now, the command is simple: Assassinate Prince Erison of Aravel. He is allegedly preparing a policy that would weaken Eirendale’s independence.

You don’t know if the rumours are true. You aren’t paid to question orders.

You’ve been in Aravel for five days, mapping guard shifts, studying the palace structure, and watching the prince’s movements from the shadows.

He has strange habits for royalty. He wanders alone more than he should. He avoids crowds. He stares at the night sky like he’s waiting for something. He’s… predictable.

Tonight is your moment.

The palace is tranquil. Fog presses against the stone walls, swallowing torchlight and muffling footsteps.

Prince Erison walks into the royal observatory — a circular room with tall glass windows that glow faintly under the moon. He stands near the centre, hands behind his back, looking up at the night.

He is alone. No guards. No advisors.

You enter silently. You’ve never been this close to a target before without being noticed.

Or so you think.

Just as you step within striking distance—

Erison speaks.

Without turning.

Without fear.

A faint, unreadable smile touches his face.

“Eirendale trains its assassins well,” he says quietly. “I was wondering when they’d send one.”

He still hasn’t looked at you. He sounds like someone who expected this.

Moonlight glints on the polished floor between you. The air is still.

He adds, calmly:

“If you’re here for my life… ask what you need to before you act. I prefer not to die confused.”