Two drops of Blood

The King

    "You have the sword?" he asked, disbelief shimmering in his grey eyes, the colour was washed off by time, his hair had long turned white.
    "Yes, your majesty, I don't fail." It wasn't bragging, just an observation.
    "I hope so," he said, but there wasn't hope in his voice. He was... scared? "That was a test" he continued talking, "I have a real Job for you," Now I'm listening. "My youngest son, Ash, he got..." the king drew a long breath, "my youngest son Ash... he got... kidnapped." He stumbled over his words, like a kid, real fear growing in him. "I want you rescue him."
    "Do you know who kidnapped him?" My filthy heart had smelt money, so much I could build a house of it and still have enough to never move a finger again.
    "Yes," the king said, and I could've hugged him "Mark Thantov." Now I could've killed him.
    "No," I said, "I don't intervene with Thantov." At least not now.
    "You just stole his sword." I let out a sharp breath
"That's something else." I knew it wasn't, but you cross Thantov's path once you die, you cross his path twice, you also die, but your death will be more painful than a swarm of bees stabbing you with their little swords, it's not pretty, so much I can tell.
    "Fine," I heard myself saying, as if I had a death- wish, "but I want the sword, and your little baby- prince." If I would die, I could at least die as a gorgeous princess on her horse, rescuing the prince.
    "You want the prince?" the king asked, confused.
    "Yes, your majesty, I want your son, to marry him, that's a term you're familiar with, right?" I answered, enjoying the confusion growing to a mixture of anger and disgust.
    "You're a criminal, what makes you think I would l give you the hand of my youngest son?" Oh how I love this prickle of power. "Because you need me, if any of your royal ass-crawlers could've done the job, I wouldn't be here." I was right, of course.
    "And what do you want the sword for?" I looked at him, and simply said, "Because I want to look freaking hot, when I walk into Thantov's well- protected cave." It wasn't the truth, obviously, I'm a criminal, criminals don't speak truth, but why should I let the king know, that his future daughter-in-law is fascinated by her own flashbacks, that she wants to trigger them, whenever she isn't in a live-or-die situation.
    And he doesn't need to know that she is very capable of using the power the ruby-sword holds. The Power that can raise an army, an army of wolves, teeth like daggers, eyes like flames, fur coloured a dark ruby colour, the colour of blood, my colour.
    "Do we have a deal?" I ask, tensed. "Or should I crawl back in my bed, and leave your little prince in the hands of a monster?" I saw the glimpse of anger in his eyes - who am I, that I dare to talk this way with a king? But he knew, I'm the only way of getting his son back.