Frida’s pov:
"Perfect Teeth, Perfect Hair, Perfect stature...she will fetch a handso price with such deanor I’m not surprised we thought you were the princess" The Master Song said rubbing his beard.
"Your features are impeccable and worth a fortune." he acknowledged talking to so other few n in his presence.
"I will train her...this one will be capable of wooing dare I say even the emperor one day. With this face, my bets are never wrong." he sneered using his knife handle to lift my chin.
"But also it is a weakness, no offense Girlie, but you are too pretty." he said and she got confused.
He was praising my looks a second ago now he was belittling them.
"Prettiness can be a weapon when you are powerful enough, but right now you have no allies, no power, no wealth. It is a danger to you." His eyes lurked lazily around the faces of the n who were with him in the room, like they were a threat, instead of allies or friends.
"Sorry but how is my face a danger?" she asked as he sipped his drink.
"Pretty faces sell well, n will pay handsoly just so they can watch you cry and make you miserable because they are sadistic human beings. So will even kill you or result to violence that will make you wish for death. I cannot tolerate such n!" he spat spitefully, stabbing his knife into the wooden table.
"The sad truth is being a woman in this empire will make you very vulnerable... The n here are animals ready to kill and eat you alive but under my protection I will gouge their eyes out and cut their tongues off and serve it to you." he said as they served another set of als on the table "but I cannot protect you forever."
"The best thing is to be invisible, hold your breath like you are suffocating under water and wait for the right mont to spring forth. To co alive with backing of great caliber." He said as he took a bite of the bread. "Here eat so food." he said, pushing so across the table and she rushed the al, like a hungry beast.
"To protect you won’t be easy, dare I say." He sighed and she understood.
He was surrounded by evil n and he was worried that they would hurt her.
So she picked up the knife from the table and cut off the length of her hair before him. "Then I shall live as a man....and I shall talk like a man and act like a man."
"For how long? will you get married as a man too and then you won’t be able to bear children." he grunted, taking a gulp of his drink. "Will you get drafted into war? They take n as young as fourteen."
"Do you know the weight of the path you have chosen?" he continued while chewing " You remind of my daughter, very spirited and beautiful that’s why when I heard your voice I listened."
"I loved her with my life...and everything I had in ...but they took her away from ..." he dropped his bread and looked at the distant sky.
"They took my daughter away from , rlia. I have not seen her in eight years. Vanished, gone, not dead or alive...she was kidnapped by the enemy but even though I searched hard and long I never found her." he sniffed.
"So if this is the path you have chosen, I humbly support you...but... be careful, I just t you but I love you like a daughter even though I just t you and I cannot lose you too.
"Song I hope you are not filling her head with your fairy tales, she’s to beco an assassin not a princess, if you want her to survive stop seeing her as a fragile girl and teach her how to survive."
She heard another man’s voice and everyone bowed, including her "Master Wind." The master song, greeted with respect.
"Long ti no see friend, I see you have got yourself a pretty lass" he trailed off his gaze moving from her face to Master songs face "If you want her to live as an assassin you must treat her like one, how about I scar her pretty face so she will always be safe." She sucked in a horrified breath.
"Master Wind." A very familiar voice held a warning tone and she raised her head to see Laz’s face and froze in place.
How did he find her here, was he tailing her.
In this book he was going to be the death of her character. She thought she escaped him when she was beheaded, what rotten luck.
It’s like she is dood to encounter him no matter how many tis she dies.
"Do you find threatening the young and helpless an addition to your manhood?" Laz asked and the two masters bowed before Laz the seventh prince.
She was terrified, already rembering the feeling of the sword at her neck.
"Your highness." they simultaneously said and she bowed too realizing she held eye contact with him for too long.
"This one is fearless, you are right to worry. If she can look in the eye, she won’t live very long." he said to the master song who sat up with the master wind as one of the n hurried and served tea.
She stood there like a pillar as they discussed, "The crown prince sent assassins after you?" Master Song asked.
"Are you sure your highness?" he asked again and Laz arched a brow at him.
"Are you insinuating that I’m laying false accusations on the crown prince?"
Master Song bowed "I wouldn’t dare."
"This one." he pointed at her "She’s young and useful, train her as a spy for . I will make good use of her.
She knew it at that mont, her life was in Laz’s hands. She was so screwed.
His next words felt like a threat "We will be very good friends."
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