His father once again sent another assasin to kill him, third in this month alone. He was getting tired of killing the assasins and sending their heads to his father. His thoughts were interrupted by two of his guards walking into the throne room. They had a young woman with them, she didn't look like an average human. She had tattoos covering both her arms and her auburn hair was tied in a ponytail. She was dressed like an assasin or a mercenary in black clothes and leather. And who are you?
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