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Notes in this chapter::
I must say now, before I put the next part in, if you do not like blood, or dissaprove of bad language, I encourage you to stop reading this story.

Azeban, Princess of Lamorta, More information in part Two and Three.
Queen Azala, More information in Chapter One.
King Frul, Rules The peaceful kingdom of Lamorta.
Shadow-Female/Centria; No information available.

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"Dear Mother and Father,
Do not fret. After my, meeting, with Prince Malx, I have decided to stay a day with my beloved sister's family, The Getry's. I will return home by Dusk tomorrow.
Much Love,
Your princess."

Azeban ran over thoughts as she climbed down her chambers steps, leading to the spiral case that opened outside, and into the stables. She had met with Malx, and her knife had been blooded, a wonderful slight to see the Prince bleed before her. It almost made up for his distasteful nature. Crude as he was, Azeban couldn't help but admit that the Prince was adrmidable.

In the silence of night, the palace slept, only the distant sounds of slaves and cooks, bustling busy for the morning's ideals. An owls song came from the trees above, a shadow beneath with the slickest of smiles, wide and curt. The shadow moving close to the gleaming palace, knowing rightfully of it's contents. The shadow had been their several nights and days, taking refuge, for it's family's murder. It's slick smile had never faded as it crept towards an open window, sliding in with the ease of a worm through dirt. Slipping from the window, and sprawled onto the floor in a soundless fall, only a cup falter from the desk beneath the perched window. Lurching ahead, the figure grasped the falling cup between experienced hands, and gently set it back in place, silent. Noises settled, the figure continued forward, the ripple of their cloak the only noise, bare feet thudded against the floor with ease. If a spliced was gained, the face of the stranger remained unchanged, feeling nothing.
A blade glinted softly in the lamplight as the figure moves swiftly through shadows, making way to the chambers in the tower, well blooded, it hardened as the figure plucked it from it's socket, and held it in grasp, eager for it's next additions.

Spwraled in bed, King Frul slept, a noise from his nose unbearable. It would be a pleasure to rid the world of his horrid noise and voice. To let the next house rise to power. He was naked beneath the blankets, not caring.
The shadowy figure loomed over his side, casting their own shadow hastily. It removed the blankest past his grey-haired chest, leaving the rest covered for..dignity. Yes, that was reason enough. Blade in her palm, the figure stared, scowling at her king. "King Frul. You've served your kingdom long enough. Let your death bring about the next houses' prevail." She whispered in greeting, snarling as she thrust the blade into his chest.
The Kings eyes thrust open and his arms flashed in a fury, staring up at the assailant with deep hatred. It wasn't long before his life was gone, blood trailing down his chest and mouth, his wide brown eyes staring.
"May God not see you, Frul." She whispered, her words coated in venom as she plucked the gleaming blade from his flesh, and turned on her heel. Granting her dead king the only privacy h'e deserved in her black eyes, she closed his chamber door, and started for the Queen's.

For her luck, the Queen too was asleep. But being the mother, she had honed senses to her children and danger as any woman should have. She had respect for the queen, even if she was a mouth unneeded to the kingdom. A worthless she-mouth, as any other female was.
The shadow female glided across the chambers glossy floor, watching her next victim with the grandest of smiles. The blade in her hands was raised, poised; like a scorpion and it's stinger. She swept the blade keenly over her shirt, already stained brightly with the kings and others. Her own accustom to the royal pair to keep their blood with the blood of the others.
"Queen Azala," She whispered silently, listening to the Queen's quiet breathing, her ears listening but her eyes not seeing. "Lest your ashes burn into cinders after your death, and be placed along side your pitiful husband and parents." She snapped sharply, staring down at the queen. She lowered her blade swiftly, only to be caught by the Queen's quick hand.
"Get off me!" Azala cried, the blade digging deep into her hand as she held it back.
"Let me kill you, slut. Let the next house come to power! King Frul is already dead!" She snapped sharply, pulling the dagger from the Queen's hands quickly. She watched the queen grab her hand, grasping the thought of her missing finger. Her index finger was now gone, laying on the floor as it tumbled to the ground.
"My husband is dead, by your hands, isn't he?" Azala asked, tears streaming down her face, cradling her bleeding hand. Her fierce jade eyes blanketed behind greif and anger.
The shadow female curled back her lip, sparing a minute for the queen. "Aye. He's dead in his chamber as we speak, by the same blad that cut your finger clear off, M'lady." She replied swiftly, taping her fingers on her arms.
"Can I know my killers name before I die? So I know who to wait for in hell." She snarled, leaping to her feet in a quick attack, her jade eyes burning with anger.
The shadow female watched her queen with dull black eyes, thrusting her blade in the flash of lightening in the sky. It's blow quick and clean , but the damage to remain for ever. The green blade thrust deep into Azala's neck, turned, and thrown down. "Azala. My name, less you ever live again, Is Centria." She spat sharply, watching life fade from her queen pale face. "Rest in hell 'M'lady. You'll join your beloved Frul and two dead sons." She said, pulling her blade out cleanly, and willed it along her shirt.

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Wow. a week since i last posted.. >.< Anyway. The next part is almost finished. :3 *Stares* Lot's of colors. O,O
Notes on this Chapter

Azeban, Princess of Lamorta, More information in part Two and Three.
Shadow-Female/Centria; No information available.
Duke Lucr, Court Official.
Duke Hacji, Court Official.
Man with Golden face(name unknown), Court Official.
King Galadel, rules the Petican's kingdom. Wife died from disease three years ago.
Malx, Prince of Petican's, more information in Chapter Two.
Dezai, Best Girl Friend to Princess Azeban. Is a Royal family below King Frul and Queen Azala, among other family's.
Chapter Five


The courts eyes stared hard, cold and vicious into the females flesh, digging for answers they seeked. Had she murdered the royal pair? Where was she that she had come out unscathed? They found no anwers in the princess' hardened face. A lifetime of appearing in the court beside her father had kept her keen to the courts dreadful eyes. Now she sat in the center, being stared accusingly.
Her own eyes stared back just as hard, wide and full of tears. She refused to let them drop before the court mercenaries, and blinked them back steadily. "Why am I here? Other than to hear that my parents were slaughtered like goats." She demanded, crossing one of her legs over the other beneath her skirt. She wore simply to remind her of her mother, the one she's made herself after learning.
One mans voice rose about the distinct and low-voiced commotion. Lucr. 
"We want to know why as well, Miss Azeban. We were informed of their Highness' death, but you come out alive, after the murderer's intentions were to kill the family of three." His voice boomed around the room. 
Azeban cliched her eyes shut at the loudest noise. She had been carted away from Dezai's in the middle of the night, and was forced into court almost as soon. Forced to shower and change before as well. In the shower she had cried, cradled against the wall, knees pulled close. After that, her head had never stopped pounding, and the biggest voices made her ears throb worse.
"Duke Lucr, I was visiting my friend Dezai and their family through the night. Their horses had a bad stomach and wouldn't hold food." She replied, pulling her hand from her throbing temple.
Another man spoke, his voice quieter, much, than Lucr's. His golden face beamed deadly between the other court. His silver hair lined his face in a white aura. Other than King Frul, h'e was the oldest member of the court. "I do not believe that Princess Azeban killed her parents. It had to be someone else. Besides, sure she knows she can not rule yet." He said sharply towards the court. 
Azeban's green eyes rested on the old man, respectful and thankful. Their had to have been someone on her side. She turned her gaze towards the rest of the court after a moment, watching the four men, and Selo with his wife, with a cold stare. "Why can I not rule now? My parents are dead and the Kingdom will fall to peril if I have to wait another year or three." She said, standing. She knew her words would make them think. 
"Aze," Hacji started, "you are eighteen years, no? A kingdoms best interests can not lie on the broad shoulders of an underage woman. A man is needed to guide and lead. A female breeds heirs." H'e stated, oblivious.
Azeban, as well as the rest of the court, stared at Hacji, unsure if it were a compliment or something worse. They all knew it was true. But Aze refused to be lead under a man.
"Hacji, it might be wise to rethink your words before you speak. You'll cause an uproar for the court and Kingdom." Lucr spat, his blue eyes narrowed deeply.
Azeban gathered herself before pacing, brooding deeply beneath her skin. She felt the cold stares of the court as they waited.
"Perhaps Her Highness needs a few hours to clean herself up," Selo's wife spoke, frowning slightly as she stood. "Dragged here in the middle of the night, after working with a beloved animal, and told of her parents death. Please, let her go to pray, at least." She said, her teeth bared sharply. The womans coal black eyes stared at the court, her feet shoes with sandals of red and black lace. Her cloak swept her arms and legs like a shadow, easily gliding as her hands made gestures.
The court turned to each other, eventually nodding. "As much time as the Princess needs. Get some rest as well, Azeban." The gold colored man spoke, his voice soft and melodic. She hadn't gotten his name before Selo and his wife turned to help her out. 
Azeban turned to look at the woman, offering a brief smile as she bit the back of her bottom lip. "Thank you Centria." She murmured quietly, starting up the stairs silently.

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"Why must I go meet this Princess again so suddenly?" Malx said bitterly, staring at his father with dark eyes.
"Her parents are dead, Malx, and you are to be married to her. You are old enough to rule, she is not. Take it before she has the chance to take the crown!" His father raised his hands, letting one thud the table with anger.
"She's be a ruthless leader, my cut hasn't even healed yet!" Malx whined, slouching in his chair.
Galadel's eyes stared blankly, fuming. "Malx. Get over yourself. Go clean up, and shut your trap. Your meeting the Princess in two fingers past noon, no objections." He said through gritted teeth, and quickly started out of the chamber. I need my wine..
Malx simply stared at the empty chair, eyes narrowed as he stood. "Old man." He muttered quietly, turning for his own in an angry huff.

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Three hours had passed, and Aze had never left her room. Today, she was Eighteen. Her parents murdered the day before. A wonderful present. Knowing she shouldn't, she snuck to her fathers chamber, and took his best brandy. Her mother had never liked that he gave her sips of his brandy and wine when she wanted, but she didn't care. She poured herself a cup and stared at it with silence, contemplating if she should or not. She set the glass bottle on the shelf beside her, and steadily drank the Brandy before setting the cup beside the bottle. "Ugh. Why do I need to meet with the Prince again?" She muttered quietly, sagging in the chair as far as it would let her; witch wasn't much.
Soft Rasps on the door told her it was time, and she watched her friend enter the room.
Dezai frowned at Aze, wiggling her finger. "Aze. How often do you do this?" She asked scornfully.
That made Aze frown, "Not very often. I've been sober for-" 
"No! I mean without me!" Dezai cried with a face smothering grin. She grabbed her own glass before Aze could protest, poured, and drank her cupful in moments. "You know you have to go meet the Prince again, right?" She asked her sister, leaning against the tables edge. Her green eyes stared into Aze's softly.
"Yeah. I know. I don't give a goat's ass about it though." She muttered quietly, inhaling a second glass on impulse. "I suppose I should get ready either way." She said with a quiet snort, and got to her feet.
[color=FF8000]"The carriage is waiting down stairs, and Femol is tacked up as well."[/color] Dezai said, grabbing the brandy bottle on her way out. "I'll take this too.."
Aze cringed as the door shut. She hadn't told her about her parents. She glanced out the window as the carriage was dismissed by Selo, and turned for just Femol with her white studded tack. Azeban tore herself from the window, and dressed into a pair of red leggings, with a pale white shirt, brown shoes on her feet and her hair loose. She wouldn't dress up for anyone today, not even her suitor.

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"My condolences for your losses' Miss Azeban." Malx and Galadel said in unison, their voices tied together happily.
Azeban was alone, no Parents, and no Dezai to scold her for doing wrong. She kept a blade at each side of her hips, clearly they knew she would not be afraid to use them. 
She answered them both with a curt nod, all three above their horses. "Can I ask why I was told to come here and meet you both again?" She asked sourly, watching both of them. 
"Let's take a stroll, and we'll explain it together." Galadel said, grinning widely as he raised his chin. Both he and Malx kicked their horses in line, one on each side.
As she watched them, she noticed Malx was not on the white stallion she had scolded him for. No; now he rode a blue roan, pretty compared to his fathers plain brown. She didn't like that her knees were close enough to be touched by both men, fury builded inside, scratching at old bars to be set loose. She did not like being touched. She kept a small snarl from her lips silent as she watched Femol's ears flatten, obviously not like the close walking.
"Azeban-"
"That's Princess Azeban to you." She spat, glaring at Malx through the tops of her eyes, much like a witch under control.
"Princess Azeban," Malx said, rolling his eyes. "Have you heard of two horse bands colliding, and not fighting was caused, since their protection doubled?" He asked, not daring to lay a finger close to the black haired girl.
Aze shook her head, moving her gaze to the open land between kingdoms. "I am not as naïve as you are, Malx. I know what my parents had planned for me." Aze stated simply, closing her eyes. 
Galadel risked laying a hand on Azeban's knee, and felt her skin crawl as if spiders were swarming. She tore from his grasp before he could say anything, and forced the King and Prince to give her room.
"Don't touch me you crown-hungry beasts!" Azeban steamed, pulling forward, and turning Femol to look at them. "I am only three years from being legal age to rule. You," She pointed to Malx, "will not stand in my way of that. You, King Galadel, with be silenced. I do not want your pity, but I do want you out of your seat." She slat, her voice cold and deadly. "Do I make myself clear?" She demanded, snarling.
"Fully, Azeban." Malx replied after a moment, grinning slyly as the Princess growling and headed for her own Kingdom.

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