The Sassiest Man On the Continent

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     HAH, THE KING WASTES his time on such trivialities as this, yet he does nothing to make the country better for those struggling to make ends meet. The slave trade was still strong here, a process that he personally found abhorrent for personal reasons he’d rather not linger on (a country as grand as this was only so because of the suffering of others). Amon would have laughed at the hypocrisy if it wasn’t suspicious, and as such, it took much for him to not sneer at the other’s words. Still, he should not care for such things. He was trained to focus only on the mission at hand—to follow orders without fail no matter how much they clashed against what morality he still had buried deep within his heart. 

     A moral assassin was a useless one.

     The name ❛Narsus❜ most certainly rang a bell, Amon unable to conceal the surprise that crossed his features as eyes widened. No wonder those eyes were so sharp. He had heard a great deal about this particular noble. His intellect was beyond his years—a truly formidable member of the King’s Court that knew the ways of ❛the game❜ nobles played far too well…and he could read deception as if it was painted upon a white canvas just as easily. The risk involved in this mission was high, so much that Amon wondered if this would be his final one. It wasn’t as if men like himself tended to live to old age,

     ❝❛Tis a pleasure to meet you, Lord Narsus. My name is Leraje, and I promise to play my finest so the king never feelshamed to have chosen me. I truly feel honored for this opportunity.❞ He stood then, first placed upon his heart as his head bowed. All he need do is gain favor with all those close to the king, and then it would be easier to end his life when his guard was down. Everyone would be none the wiser that he was the one sent to slit his throat.  

🎨 ░▒    For the manner in which he speaks through the tongue signifies not an unlearned man, Leraje’s eyes possesses the look of a knowing man that has seen the plights and shadows of the world. Narsus only wonders in irresolute perchance would such an intelligence man condemn himself to mindless manhunts, nevertheless if his skills could be prodded to be bent to the task of goodwill, he doubts not that the musician would make a decent fine man.

     Albeit, for the sake of the kingdom, such decisions are not within his power to make. Andragoras wears the personification of a tyranny man, yet not without reason, for the very sworn gestures of his rule elicits both fear and respect through the entirety of his army. And it is on such fear that Pars has been undefeated in the long years during his reign.

🎨 ░▒     So dwells not the pleasantries of misconceptions, Narsus finds the striking sense of a lingering irritation at being accused. Boundless had been the non-existent honour that he should endure the plight of wrongdoings when fault was not on his side, then again, disagreements were not a token of comfort, when business partners were at the brink of monetary discussions... everyone was concerned with money, or perhaps, opting for the path in which they are granted the chance to reap benefits from a scalable project such as this.

     A voice addressing his own prompts the blond to turn around in spite of a foreign tone; like a fox abandoning its attempt on sour grapes when permitted to be met with a familiar, and Narsus shuts his phone abruptly, a smile conjured in pursue of a friendly conversation. After all, had he not had enough of the money-minded fools to pass the week?

Narsus: We don't need praise or glory.