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"It is no inconvenience, ma'am. No harm has ever come from walking an extra half-mile," Kache says, chuckling.
That isn’t exactly true…a half mile can mean either certain death or optimistic survival if you are a target...but, I am the only one who would know that. “I suppose, it’s just…I hate to be a burden on people.”
"You're no burden at all," Kache replies, starting toward the inn and sweeping his hair out of his eyes. If anything, you are most likely making this easier on me. I won't have to track you down.
Roselle nodded politely in response and started following him to the inn. She would have to remember to not be familiar with the town layout. It was strange, though. He seemed to take an interest in her. She was expecting to come across as a wierd person trying to gain his friendship, but that didn't seem to be the case...She wondered why but put the thought aside.
A while later, they finally arrived at the inn. The entire walk there, Kache had remained completely silent, furtively glancing over at Roselle. It all seemed a little too simple to him, but for now he wouldn't worry about that. It could be dealt with later when he was safely in his home.
After stepping into the inn, she slightly squeezed out some excess water out of her dress and dropped into a more formal curtsy. “You have my gratitude, Mr. Pouva. I don’t know that I would have found this establishment without your aid.” She strode over to the counter and bought a room to abide in for a week.
"My pleasure, ma'am," Kache responds instinctively, bowing slightly before turning and beginning the trek home. Something about the girl made him a bit uneasy, yet he wasn't sure what. He could almost place her name, but when he tried to remember where he might know it from, the thought would suddenly be gone, leaving him more and more confused.
Roselle walked to her room and laid down on the bed. So far so good, I guess. It was an exceptional start, but she still wasn’t sure how she was going to get him to trust her and love her and all that cr.ap. What an impossible task this was.
Kache shuts the door firmly behind him, expecting for the briefest of moments that his younger sister would run out of her room to greet him. Like any other day, though, it returned to him that they were dead. They had owed something to the king and had attempted to get away from the payment. Instead, they were killed, all but Kache himself. Why he hadn't been killed with his parents and sister, he couldn't understand, but he had been and there was no going back.
Staring up at the ceiling, Roselle allowed herself a deep sigh. However this was to be done, it was worth it…She would finally be able to escape her fate. Roselle’s parents had tried to sell her on the black market when she was only a few weeks old. There are many different outcomes that could’ve happened, and she wished did happen, but the reality was astonishing. She had been bought by the king himself. He was basically her dad; he had raised her. But, as such, she was stuck with him trying to craft her into his image. She was stuck being the cruelest assassin on the force. But now…she would be free.
Kache lay on his bed, closing his eyes. He had to go through with this, no matter what. Sure, freedom wouldn't bring his family back, but it would allow him to start a new life. A life where he could have his own family...
Roselle smiled. This would be her last time killing. She will never have to preform an assassination again...never! She would never have to torture, she would never have to deliver severed proof of her victims, she would never have to see the king's cruel smile. "Nothing personal, Kache...but..." She laughed. She couldn't wait to see him dead. It was the one casualty that would actually serve a good purpose. With one last smile, she walked out of the inn. It would probably be wise to find a job, to better affirm her story. So then...what jobs to normal women do? Hmm...
"She doesn't even suspect anything... Even the name she didn't seem to recognize." Kache chuckles humorlessly, shaking his head. One last kill and he would be rid of the king's using him to destroy his enemies. One simple game and it would all be over.
Walking through the damp streets, Roselle wished she could exchange some of her knowledge of killing for an understanding of normal, everyday life. She would have to play the part flawlessly, but that wasn't likely to happen. She looked around at every building, trying to figure out where normal women would employ themselves. After a while she deduced that most work as waitresses, domestic servents, or just stay home with family. She sighed. A bargirl, then. Anything to pull this off, she supposed. She went to get herself a job.
Kache paces about his room uneasily, rubbing his temples. He probably should have been trying to find somewhere to stay closer to the city until he had disposed of his target, yet his mind kept straying to the target. What had she done that made the king want her dead? Why did it matter how brutal and cold her was? Every time he pushed those thoughts away, another, darker, one took its place.
It wasn’t too hard for Roselle to get a job. She was fairly beautiful, and she was capable of transporting cups of liquid from one side of the room to the other. There really wasn’t much more to it. As she returned to the streets, she started to work on her story. She was from another town, a very distant town. Her father was a gambler and cost them everything. After he was lynched, she ran to escape her fate of working the debt off. She ended up here. That should do the trick.