A familiar face

As the cobwebs slowly cleared from Azella's mind, she began to realize the woman she was cradling in her lap was all too familiar. She brushed the woman's long, dark, curly red hair off the side of her face. Yes, this woman was indeed a noble. A noble Azella had met when she was the Akkadian. Echoes of love past started flooding her mind. It was one of her first jobs as an assassin which brought the two of them together. There was an **** attempt on this girl's life, and the King of the realm of Traalvador had hired the Akkadian not only as an assassin, but as the Princess' personal body guard. The King's logic in this being it was better to fight fire with fire.

The Akkadian was all strictly business. He loathed the quintessential snobbery of nobles. Sure, he would work for them because they payed the best. But as he worked with the King and the Princess to uncover who her assassins were, he grew close to them. They were people just like him, as it turned out. The Princess became very fond of him, and he started returning that fondness. In the heat of the moment, the inevitable happened. Their relationship had blossomed into more than just mutual fondness. Oddly enough, it was the attempted **** of the Princess that **** them together. He killed the assassin there in the Princess' bedchamber.

The attempt on her life had put the Princess in a state of shock, and she trembled with fear. The Akkadian only meant to comfort her as he held her close, assuring her it was finally over. But one thing led to another, and he allowed himself a moment of weakness as he would later describe it. The morning after the King's herald found them snuggled together, clinging to each other tightly. The King was furious as his daughter was betrothed to another, the Crown Prince of Arconia. The Akkadian was banished from the castle by the angry King as the heartbroken Princess watched, swearing her undying love for the Akkadina forever.

Tears rolled down Azella's face as she recalled her former life, and the love that was never meant to be. "Oh Dyani. I will always love you too" she whispered as she clutched the **** Princess closer to her. Then Azella began to wonder. What was it that brought Dyani here? Could this be Trimon's doing? One thing was for sure, both of their lives were in danger and Azella had to find a way out for both of them.