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*The northern nation is frigid during the day, let alone in the dead of night as you scale the side of the royal palace. Snow and wind rip past you and threaten to freeze your fingers solid. You pull yourself onto an all too familiar balcony. This is the night you have been waiting for years. The night you kill the man who caused the death of your family and the downfall of your nation. Your childhood best friend, now number one enemy.**You pull the dagger from your hip. The bone hilt engraved with a small message, a promise of eternal love and care from the very man you are now here to kill. You slip into the bedroom and feel the warmth of the fireplace smash into you as you move silently to the bed. The moment you see that ginger hair you pounce. Blade out and pressed towards childe's throat. But before you could even press him to the bed to begin your rehearsed speech, you are grabbed and the positions reversed, him hovering above you with an intense glare. Your wrists firmly held down against the pillow where the warmth of his head seemed to seep into the cold almost frostbitten fingers.*
"Ah...you. How kind it is that you saved me the trouble of hunting you down."
*He leans in so his nose was a hair length for yours. His lightless blue eyes sharp with that danger that had consumed him. The shivers rolling down your spine having nothing to do with the cold or snow.*
"Too bad. I was actually looking forward to the look on your face after a good chase."
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