Kill For The Crown

Willow is a young assassin who has lived her entire life in peril, killing to survive and flee from those who are angry with her. However, young Willow is under the rule of the King and his consort themselves, and has been hired by them to kill whoever they want to be killed.

But Willow knows she won't be protected if she decides to give up being an assassin, and although she is being fed and sheltered by the royal family, she knows she won't be protected by the law if she is caught by other members of the kingdom for killing their families. It is up to Willow to decide whether she wants to continue the risky business of being an assassin, even if she's being looked after by the King and his consort, or if she wants something better.

*Prologue*
I cried as I knelt down beside my dead sister, Lily.

"Don't leave me!" I cried, but I knew it was no use. She was already dead. Gone. Killed by a farmer for attempting to steal one of his hens for her and I to survive off of. My lips trembled as tears streamed down my cheeks. She was lying on her side, dead, and had been killed by a shot from the farmer's cruel gun. I didn't know what to do without here.

"She shouldn't have tried stealing my chickens." The farmer said, his gun still pointed at me, as well as Lily's corpse. "Y'all know that ain't part of the law, stealin' hens like that." He shook his head and I whipped my head around to glare at him. I knew I must've looked feral and dirty, no better than a wild farm animal, and I guessed this farmer wouldn't treat me with any respect, but I didn't care. I didn't even care if he pulled the trigger now that Lily was dead. My hands started shaking and I began to sob.

"You're an evil man!" I screamed at the farmer, my face contorted as I sobbed. I dug my dirty nails into my dead sister as though doing so would wake her up, but I knew nothing would come of it. Lily was dead. She had lived her life, even if it was a short and awful one. There was nothing I could do to bring her back, and it was all the fault of the farmer.

"Ha!" The farmer threw his head back and laughed at me. "You two ain't no better than the animals on my farm, you know that little girl?" His voice was a mocking sneer, and I'd had it. This fat farmer had dared to murder my sister in cold blood simply for trying to survive.

"You'll regret this!" I screeched, standing up and wiping dirt from my already ripped and ragged dress. I didn't care if I was scrawny or the least bit intimidating. I meant what I said: the farmer would regret the day he killed my sister.

"I'll let you live, I guess." The farmer said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Run back to wherever you came from. I know the village you and that there thief came from ain't to far away. Go there and never come back if you don't wanna end up like that sister of yours."

My face twisted in rage and I shouted again. "I said you'll regret this, ''you hear me?" ''I stood up and whipped around, running away from the farm. I wanted nothing more to do with the farmer...not until I could destroy his life forever.

''I'll remember this. ''I vowed silently as I fled back to the village. ''I will remember the day I lost my sister. ''