Eya's POV
... in 1229, the city of Redmond...
I was not like a normal girl. I did not wear corsets, put my hair up twelve inches to make myself look a foot taller, or carry myself like a lady. I carried myself like a fighter, which was my identity. If I ever was a real gentleman's daughter, that information was kept very well from me.
If you had seen me walking down your street, you might not have seen anything but for a black cloak and a hidden face under a hood. I was never much to look at. Only one person truly thought I was beautiful in my lifetime, but he is now gone. I won't tell you much about him, except that I did once love him.
I only know two things about my heritage: 1. I was the Arowan, the assassin-trained protector of the king and his family bloodline. 2. My father was a general in the king's army, my mother an unknown maid from another land. I knew nothing else, but it didn't bother me. I accepted who I was as agilely as Aven, my brother, did. He never gave an inch of evidence that he was uncomfortable with his post. I wanted to be just like him.
I always felt like I had a worse deal than him. He only had to keep the prince alive. I had to keep a kingdom adrift with my own talents and a pair of dual hand-knives.
And sadly, I had to keep myself from falling in love.
It was not easy.
YOU ARE READING
The Black Assassin
ActionEya was once the daughter of a rich general in the king's army. Now she is none other than the Arowan - the one assassin chosen from a precious bloodline to protect the Royal Ramily. When her brother Aven died, she was taken away from her mother's c...
