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Stefen shrugged. “Ironic, isn’t it?” He wasn’t going to let this man kill the king alone, and he wasn’t going back to his country without the blood of the king on his blade.
All his instincts told him to run and hide, but he didn’t know his way around the palace comfortably and he was running out of time. He couldn’t kill the figure, that would raise alarm before he would even reach the king’s chambers. And as the person got closer, Stefen tensed, anxious that the person would notice them.
Giving the other assassin an impish smile, Stefen twisted himself behind various objects, thankful that it was dark enough that the shadows would hide his presence.
"Not quite the term I would use." Jehan replied with a quiet hiss, drawing back into the shadows and trying not to face the other assassin should he get the idea to call him out. He kept his gaze on the wall before him so he wasn't tempted to look around to see if the stranger coming through the hall had left.
When the footsteps had faded away, he moved back towards the door in the hallway. It was one of the ones he knew led to the private chambers of the royal family, but he had never had cause to go in there and knew it would look odd if he waltzed in without a story in place or a clear plan. Which he had had, until he ran into the other assassin.
