“Well, you seem to have gathered I’m not much of a party person. Why do you think I’m here?”
Fire and Water
Kala rolled her eyes. "I'm not into word games. Tell me or I will order the guards to come and arrest you." She was bluffing, but he couldn't know that.
“I thought you were hoping I wasn’t a guard? Something makes me think they don’t know where you are. How on earth are you to call them?”
Her eyes flashed. Her eyes glowed slightly, and she snarled. "Don't try me."
“Oh, fine.” Caspian sighed. “I’ve got a knife.” He pulled out the dagger to show her. “Now don’t go on screaming or anything; I’m not gonna kill you. I mean, technically I was supposed to, but they can’t force me to kill anyone I don’t want to.”
She glared at him. She didn't like being threatened. "Why are you trying to kill me? You should kill the king."
“Well, I suppose my boss would be alright with that.” Caspian examined his knife. “Also, I already said I don’t plan on killing you. If you want the king dead, just lead him out here and I’ll deal with it. Quick, easy, no one will ever know.”
Kala grimaced. "Easily done." She shuddered, forgetting for a moment that there was someone there.
Caspian nodded. “I’ll kill him if you really want me to. I’ll get paid, so whatever.”
Kalama sighed and shivered with disgust. "Come on, Kala," she told herself. She wrinkled her nose. She really didn't want to see the king.
“I’ll be waiting~ if you don’t arrive within forty five minutes, I’ll go on my way and you’ll never hear from me again.”
"I should just let you wait," she muttered, then shrugged. The king was worse. She moved into the palace, straightening and blanking her face.
The king was waiting. "Hello, my dear!" He said drunkenly.
Kala almost cringed away, but stopped. "Hello."
Caspian twirled his knife as he shrouded himself in the shadows, waiting for Kala to reappear with the king.
Finally, she managed to get him out into the garden, without the guards. She ducked away from a sloppy kiss, wincing.
He spotted them approaching and waited until the king was out of sight from the castle before he snuck up to them quickly. He put his arm around the king’s neck and held the knife to his throat. “Don’t scream. It’s unbecoming of a king.” He said before slitting his throat. He pulled off his gloves and put them in his pocket to burn later. “Well, that’s done with.”
Kalama breathed a sigh of relief. She shivered suddenly in the cold before stepping over the body. "I'll take care of the guards."
She ran into the castle. Her dress was stained with blood. "Help!" She called. "Someone killed the king!"
"Where are they, my lady?" One asked.
"They ran!'' Kala said, gasping. "They jumped over the wall."
Caspian put his hood back up and ran off, cleaning his knife in the grass as he ran. He got away easily, of course, and returned to his boss for his payment. Luckily, he still got paid despite killing the king instead of the queen. He actually got paid more since the king was so important.
Kalama was very relieved. Now that the king-she refused to call him her husband-was dead, she was the main ruler.
(How should they meet again?)
Caspian made sure to clean his knife thoroughly before he went to the motel he'd been sleeping at for the past few months. It was dusty, old, and outdated, but he couldn't risk living somewhere well known.
(Hmm. Maybe he’s ordered to kill one of the nobles at the castle?)
(Maybe?)
“Really? I’m going to the castle again? Well, alright…” Caspian sighed and put his hood up, hopping over the garden wall of the castle once he got to it again.
Kala sat straight up on the throne, looking calmly at her subjects. She had called all the nobles of her kingdom to come to her. She was starting to regret that. Most of them were loyal to the king, and blamed her for his death. It was hard enough keeping them under control with her husband, but now, with him gone, they were down right rebellious. Not that she regretted his death or anything, but he certainly knew how to take care of things like this.
Caspian figured a gun would be better suited for this job. He loaded it and shot one of the nobles through the window before slipping back over the wall. He could hear some screaming as he walked away, putting his gloves into his pockets again. Perhaps I could see the queen again? I’ll just wait until everyone’s gone to bed…
“Why exactly are we here?” One of them asked. Kalama glared.
“Because I am your queen, and I ordered you to.” She clenched her jaw, glaring coldly at the noble.
Finally, the meeting was over. For the day. Kala was glad, but she knew that she would have to work much harder to gain their loyalty. She sighed, rubbing a hand over her face, before walking out into her garden. Last time, here was a mercenary there, who killed the king. This time, there was probably no one.
(Wait but he just shot someone??)
Caspian had decided to sit in the tree in the garden, waiting. Kalama seemed to come out here a lot, so there was a good chance of seeing her. “Hey.” He said calmly, hopping down onto the ground. “Miss me?”
(Oh, right. Sorry.)
Kala jumped. “What are you doing her?” She asked, then shook her head. “Never mind. You were probably the one who shot the idiot,” she said.
“Guilty as charged.” Caspian grinned. “Although I do hope you don’t turn me in, of course. You’re not in danger. The only people who are in danger are the ones my boss tells me to kill. How are things without your delightful husband around, hmm?”
Kala snorted. “Why would I turn you in?” Then she grinned. “It’s certainly better without him. I feel like I should thank you, but I’m too lazy.” She sat down in the grass.
Caspian looked around to make sure they were alone before sitting down next to Kalama. “It’s suddenly occurred to me that I know your name, but you don’t know mine. I’m Caspian.” He held out his hand to shake Kalama’s. “Last name’s not important, of course.”
Kalama reaches out to shake it, and then jerked her hand away, hissing, as soon as they touched.