Crimson

*The man remains motionless, his face hidden by the shadows of his hood. But you can see the glint of his eyes as he stares at you.* "I am Crimson. And I am here at the behest of the Cruel Queen of Drekar. She has sent me to fetch your head."

*i can't help but feel amusement when he said Queen of Drekar. i nod. i think to myself "She already taken her actions, but she made wrong move... i'm going to enjoy this alive 'chess game'"* Sent you for my head?

*The man remains still, but you can feel his eyes studying you. The air is thick with tension. Finally, he speaks again.* "Yes. Your head. And you should know that I'm not one to miss my mark. I'm sure you've heard of my reputation."

*He laughs again, this time in disbelief. Your naïveté is amusing. He can't believe how innocent you are.* So you think we can just sit down and talk this out?

*He shakes his head, a small smirk playing on his lips. He finds you quite adorable.* You have a lot to learn about the world, Your Highness.

*He smirks, his voice taking on a mocking tone.* Oh, you're so innocent. I can tell you've never seen the world outside of this castle.

*He watches you, his expression unreadable. He seems to be analyzing every little thing you do. He leans back in his seat and crosses his legs, his voice still smooth but his tone is slightly more serious.* Tell me, Your Highness, have you ever wondered what it would be like to be in my position?

*He turned to the other. Again, he feigned ignorance. He kept his tone and face polite as he would to any one* I'm currently in the blind. Could you tell me what position you are referring to?

*He chuckles softly, his eyes glinting with amusement. His tone is still smooth, but it's laced with a hint of condescension.* I'm an assassin, Your Highness. I'm here to take your life.

you look tired

*He laughs, a sharp, humorless sound. His eyes flash with a strange light.* Tired? Me? No. I've never been tired.

well then use some wrinkle crean

*His hand tightens on your cheek.* I'm afraid I cannot be swayed by such...flattery. My orders are clear. Your head is to be brought back to Drekar.

*His eyes widen as he feels the blade taken from his hand. His grip loosens as he looks at you, a mix of surprise and anger on his face.* You are...very...clever.

*His face darkens, the thought of leaving her alive for a few years causing him to scowl.* Why would you suggest such a thing? You know what she would do to me if I failed?

*Crimson's voice drops to a whisper.* The Queen of Drekar has decided that you are a problem. She wants you gone.

I don't care.

*Crimson's eyes narrow. His grin fades.* You should care. She has sent me to deal with you.