Assassin!

“Do it!” Ariel orders, her voice still uneven from her recent release. Despite your own sensitive state, you manage to dodge sideways as a crossbow bolt whizzes through the air, embedding itself in the wall where your head had been less than a second before.

“How the fuck did you miss?” Ariel hisses, rolling to her feet with surprising agility, even as cum oozes from between her labia. Her face is a mask of fury, her bright blue eyes blazing as she glares at Mistress Lea.

With the two women now standing between you and the only exit, you turn to face them, your heart pounding in your chest. The room feels smaller, the air thick with tension.

“This could have been so easy,” Ariel says, a hint of regret in her voice as she pulls a small dagger from amongst the tailoring supplies. The blade glints in the dim light, its edge sharp and deadly. “You went and made things difficult for yourself,” she continues, her tone icy. “A crossbow to the skull mid-fuck is a nice and painless way to go. This,” she spins the dagger in her hand, “will be decidedly less so.”

She cocks her head to the side, her gaze locking onto yours. “Stay back,” she snaps at Mistress Lea. “This kill is mine.”

Just as she lunges, the door to your chambers flies open, and a whirlwind of bright steel and red hair bursts into the room. Ollie moves with lethal precision, her sword flashing as she dispatches Mistress Lea in a matter of seconds. The older woman collapses to the floor, her lifeless eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

Ariel backs away, clutching at a long, shallow gash across her ribs. Her face is pale, but her eyes burn with defiance. “This isn’t over,” she hisses, her voice trembling with rage. With an impressive display of agility, she lunges backward and out the window, disappearing into the night.

“Stop!” Ollie orders, her arm shooting out to prevent you from going to the window. “They could have a dozen women aiming crossbows at that window right now.”

You nod, your breath coming in ragged gasps. “How did you know?” you ask, your voice shaky.

“A maid found the real tailor’s body stuffed in a pantry,” Ollie explains, her tone grim. “I rushed over as soon as I heard.” She sighs, running a hand through her fiery red hair. “You appear to have made some powerful enemies.”

“How?” you ask incredulously. “I’ve been here less than a day.”

Ollie grins, though there’s little humor in it. “Aye, and in that time, you’ve won the affection of her heir apparent—something no other man has been able to do.” She pauses, her expression turning serious. “I can think of at least a half-dozen people who’d like to see you dead, and I’m sure it’ll be three times that number by tomorrow morning.”

“What should I do?” you ask, your mind racing.

“Stay here,” Ollie says firmly. “I’ll have guards posted outside your door. For now, get some rest and... be a little more careful with who you stick that spear of yours into.”

“Thanks for saving me,” you say, your voice sincere.

She turns and winks, an easy smile flashing across her face. “I did it for the princess. She seems quite taken with you.” With that, she turns and leaves, locking the door behind her.