Lunella, the eldest half-elven daughter of one of the lowest noble families, due to be wedded to the son of the royal family... one neither she or anyone else for that matter, have ever seen personally. She was told that once she was married, she would be able to see her new husband for the first time, but would she accept that...? Moreover, wedlock and a permanent place on the throne weren't things suitable for someone like her, used to dark alleyways and blood.

Believe it not, Lunella was an assassin, tending to client's needs whether they be a cheating spouse or a greedy moneylender. With expirience in murder, she would be able to slip out of the marriage in a hitch... She just needed to wait until the family's bedtime.

Guided by a pair of servants at her side, Lunella wore a blindfold that covered her eyes as she was walked into the throne room, where the prince was said to meet his spouse-to-be (or not...). Once the three walked towards a certain point, the servants, along with the begrudging Lunella, bowed.

Lazily perched over the decadent throne, Kumar let his white tail swing back and forth over one arm of it as he reclined against the other, staring up at the ceiling, absolutely bored. And then he heard the door to the room open, his servants ushering in his...bride. Some bride she was...how the hell was he going to deal with this.

Not bothering to shift in a more dignified position, Kumar yawned and glanced at her, now bent over in respect. His acid blue eyes stared for a while, a taloned hand raised to adjust the silver crown on his head. Another yawn.
"That's great. You can take her away now." He waved a hand, shooing them away and returning to his extremely engaging task of ceiling staring.

"Please, your majesty, your mother commands that you spend one hour with the woman before she leaves," on of the attendents said promptly. Kumar groaned.

"Very well. What is your name, woman?"

Already, Lunella could tell that she wouldn't be married to a good husband... Her hands clenched into fists unknown to the small court... now she was more eager to kill him and move on.

"Lunella.." She simply said, attempting to hide her disgust.

"Little Moon," he mused aloud, turning the name over on his tongue like a dry candy. "Happy to be here? Better be. I had to give up my morning massage in order to entertain you. You better be grateful, peasant. My time is not some common dirt that you walk on. Thank me properly."

He scratched at his blond head with long, white claws, puffing out another sigh while he shifted a bit on his throne. The crown slid again due to his terrible posture. He didn't even bother to return it to its proper place on his head.

'I'm oh so very happy to meet you too... prince.' She thought to herself. "It is my pleasure to meet you, so yes... I really do thank you for taking your time..." She replied to him, bowing again... but if someone were to listen carefully, she was sounding sarcastic at that time, to show she didn't like him, either.

"You're not very good at lying," he said to her. His arms stretched out and he groaned a bit as his muscles tensed and bones popped. "But I'll forgive you for it once. Don't test me again. Now, tell me--I'm supposed to ask you this, as per my mother--are you a virgin? See, your father said you were, but he's not you, so we have no reason to believe him. And I certainly can't bless you with my sacred vow if your dowry has been tossed aside like some harlot."

She sneered a bit. She couldn't wait to be kicked out of this marriage if he wanted to.

"Last time I checked, I didn't go out wasting my maidenhood on a night with a man..." This time, she was being honest about her words.

"Watch your tone, woman," Kumar warned, not at all sounding like he was threatening. More like it was a chore to remind her that she was beneath him. "I'll take 'yes' or 'no' as answers to yes or no questions, understood? Any more of you being a smartass and I'll toss you out."

"Hmph... as if I cared to begin with..." She muttered under her breath.

"Get out." Kumar dismissed them again. "Screw what mother said, I'll deal with her later. I don't want to put up with this ingrate." He hadn't even looked at her again since he first saw her, too busy with watching the walls and the ceiling to actually make eye contact...with her blindfold. "Dear lord, this is just idiocy."

She more than willingly marched out of the throne room alongside the two servants, over to where she would be staying until they were married.

Later on, night came. Lunella, in the room where she would stay, sharpened her knife that she would be bringing with her to the prince's assassination. Figuring that it was getting close to bedtime, Lunella hid the knife under her nightgown, which was loose-fitting and showed more of her fine, tanned-looking skin than the dress she wore earlier. She also had on a pair of slippers to muffle her steps, and her upper-backlength silver hair was up in a bun. Ideally, she would use whatever was available in her trade.

Once she figured that the last members of the family were put to sleep for the night, Lunella snuck out of the bedroom, and down the halls where, according to her observations, the prince's room was said to be.

Exhausted, Kumar was eager to sleep at the end of the day. After tireless ceremonies and exercises and lessons and rituals, he finally had a chance to sleep. He took the crown off of his head and set it on his nightstand, sliding up onto the bed after pulling his waist wrap off. He settled under the blankets and shut his poisonous blue eyes, letting the thick fabrics warm his pale skin.

It wasn't long before he was sound asleep.

Around that time, Lunella carefully opened the door to the prince's room, sliding herself inside and shutting it silently, before she quietly made her way to the room where the prince was asleep. Finally, she was able to look on to who she would marry... pity good looks were wasted on such attitude.

She carefully pulled the blanket aside to expose his neck, before she pulled out the knife, putting it towards his throat in preparations to slit it. "Good night, sweet prince..." She quietly said.

Kumar yawned and his tail flexed underneath the blanket. He twisted a bit, and it lashed out from the bed, wrapping around Lumella's hips and legs possessively. But he was asleep, there was no doubt to it. He sighed and the coil tightened.

"...!" She gasped and blushed as something came out to wrap around her. She looked down to notice... a snake's tail!? She took that baffled moment to pull up the blanket's cover to check... wait, that was attached to... just what creature was she going to marry!? She groaned... might as well not take any chances... she prepared to slit his throat again before anything else happened.

"You're terrible at stealth too."

Kumar opened his eyes and stared into hers, his glare surfacing. The venom of his blue gaze cut right into hers, glowing in the darkness as the black slits seemed to pin her where she stood. He grabbed the blade from her hand and tossed it aside, constricting his tail tighter around her legs.

"What a terrible, disgusting woman you are," he insulted coldly. "I can't believe they actually want me to marry you." His ivory tail gripped tighter and he hissed, wrathful.

She stared for a moment into his eyes as he gaze met hers, a deep red, like blood. But then she felt the tail tighten more around her legs, as she struggled to pull it away from her.

"But I did see you... didn't I!? So that must mean... you would never have to marry me.." She replied. "Besides... I didn't like your attitude, either..."

"I think," Kuman said, sitting up, eyes still stabbing through the darkness, "since you're so obsessed with being rid of me that I'll make your life a living hell. You will marry me. I don't care for these god awful traditions." He jerked her forwards, catching her wrists in his taloned hands.

"And you'll do it quietly. In front of everyone else, you will be the perfect and silent bride that they all want. And you'll do this because if you don't, I'll expose that you tried to kill me and have you tortured until your blood is screaming." He sneered a very evil smirk at her, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight.

"Obey me, or I'll rip your guts out piece by piece." His hiss whispered out over her cheek as he pulled her towards him with that threat.

"Do you obviously think I can follow through with that? I am nobody's doll... so I wouldn't mind if you tore me to bits..." she hissed silently. "Just as long as I am rid of you..."

(Can you say 'Sexual Tension'? XD)

"Oh right, your priorities are upside-down because you're a fool." He licked a soft path along her neck before whispering again. "How about this: obey me or I'll rape you in front of the whole kingdom. Better, idiot?" Kuman's malicious chuckle leaked out of his mouth, curling in Lunella's ear. To prove his point he reached a clawed hand out and latched it onto her breast, squeezing to the point that he tore fabric and started breaking skin.


((No kidding... XD Gotta head out for the night))

She gasped as she felt him lick her neck, as well as him grabbing her breast. "How about this, since you hate me that much... allow me the right to speak and do whatever I please, or else I'll order the entire syndicate of assassins I work with... right on your arse..." She smirked, flat out revealing her dirty little secret. "Besides, I'll bet your parents wouldn't want their only little heir stabbed to a bloody pulp... But... if you don't like that, maybe I can order for them to be taken along with you..."

"And tell me, Princess Filth, how can you order anyone when you're naked and chained in a prison with all of your possessions burned?" Kumar shook his head and laughed to himself, and a few guards dressed in all black burst into the room.

"Your Highness!"

"Take this girl, strip her down and lock her up in the dungeon," Kumar ordered the captain. "Seize everything she owns and throw it all into the incinerator at once." The soldiers wrenched Lunella from him and dragged her out of the room. The prince grinned, his tail coiling with amusement. "Bye-bye, bride."

"You won't get away with this!" She screamed as she was pulled away, as she struggled against her captors. "I SWEAR I WILL BLOODY MURDER ALL OF YOU!!"

Kumar smiled delightfully. Then he yawned once again, returning to his comfortable nest of warm blankets, closing his eyes and falling asleep almost instantly, absolutely unfazed by the drama.

Suddenly, sounds of crashing ensued, followed by screams of bloody murder. Slowly, the door opened as Lunella slowly walked in, her eyes with a souless gaze to them.

"I told you... I'd murder them.." She began, licking the blood off one of the guards' swords. "And now... you are next."