This was anything but easy. She had half a mind to find the client that had wanted her to do this job and wallop him over the head.
She supposed it was her fault. He had buttered her up, saying how there was no one better for the job, no one with comparable skills to do what he had needed. She had been flattered and egotistical. She should have insisted on this being a team effort rather than just her getting cramped legs from perching atop the windowsill, waiting and waiting for her target to appear.
The prince himself eventually appeared but he was surrounded by a handful of bodyguards, some of the best in the business. She had already gotten rid of about half a dozen, but more just appeared the next time she found the prince, just as skilled as their predecessors. The prince wasn’t taking any chances with his life, and she almost admired how confident and stoic he was despite the fact that someone was always trying to kill him.
Almost. Frankly, she was more frustrated that he wouldn’t just die already.
The prince himself stopped in the courtyard, his bodyguards halting in the same instance. “I know you’re out there,” the prince said, his voice steady and strong. “Either come and try your luck… Or come down so that I may talk with you. I have a proposition that you may be interested in.”
Color her surprised.
“It’s your choice,” the prince continued after a moment. “You may try and fail again to take my life, or you can agree to my terms for an even greater reward.”
She paused, mulling the idea over. She was getting rather sick of this charade, and she was positive that the prince would have much more to offer than her twisted client.
With a practiced leap, she deftly landed atop one of the bodyguards’ heads, snapping the neck and tossing him toward another. Her feet hit the ground several yards away from the rest and she stood slowly.
“Tell me this proposition, Prince.”