The Glass Dagger
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Protect the crown. Protect Rairene. No matter the cost.
Ella loves chocolate croissants, abhors enchanted potions, and prefers her assassin's sneak suit to ball gowns.
Codenamed Cinderella, Ella has dedi
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The Glass Dagger - Kelsey L. Robinson
Prologue
Once upon a time, as all stories start, there were three sisters who loved each other, for the most part. One was destined to rule, another arranged to wed a foreign prince, and the last didn’t know what she was meant to do. But at least they had each other.
Until a diplomatic mission went awry.
The sister destined to rule, fell in love.
And two kingdoms were on the verge of war.
To keep the peace, a treaty was established, promising a new marriage to bind the two kingdoms together, and finally everything would be as it should have been. Or at least, that’s how it should have gone. But as is the way with most stories, things are hardly as they seem.
Chapter 1
One at a time, Ella tapped her fingers against her thumb, counting the beats. The beats of her heart, steady if a little raised. The foot beats of the commoners clamoring past her, the beats of the women chasing after children over cobblestones, and the beats of each word on the letter Sophie had sent to her.
I need advice. Meet me at midday in the marketplace.
So, here she was, at midday, in the marketplace, waiting. And Sophie had yet to reveal herself. Ella leaned against the wooden wall of the pub. She stood in the outskirts of the shadows, her dark blue hood pulled up high enough to keep anyone walking by from being able to identify her. Upon first glance, anyone would think she was a well-off commoner with her plain blue dress, soft leather shoes, and black corset. If anyone had desired to get a closer look, not that she would have let them, they would have seen that her corset was enchanted with metal plates of protection and that hidden beneath her plain blue cotton dress was an assortment of daggers. Of course, she hadn’t fully armed herself for what should have been an easy rendezvous with a protégé. The only item on her that would be a hindrance was the shoes. They were extremely comfortable, but not suitable for anything other than walking, and as each beat ticked, the hairs on Ella’s neck told her she was going to need to go faster than that.
Ella looked at the grand clock in the center of the marketplace. Five past. Sophie should have arrived by now. She knew that being prompt was important. It had been ingrained in her since day one of her tutelage. It had been a grueling and intense year for both of them, but both had come out better for it. Ella was more skilled now at the age of seventeen, and Sophie was getting better. She had been tested and deemed ready for an assignment, at least that was what Ella had recommended. She bit the inside of her cheek, gazing around at the townspeople of Riset. All of them moved about without any knowledge of what happened in the shadows to keep them safe.
What Ella and the others had done to ensure the Kingdom of Rairene remained protected.
Ella,
a whisper floated over her shoulder.
She turned to find her protégé, a short fifteen-year-old girl with big brown eyes and even bigger dreams, tip-toe towards her. Her bright red hair was in an elaborate braid that trailed down her back, wispy curls breaking free to frame her face. Her freckles stood out on her pale skin, giving her an innocent look that was not to be underestimated. She wore a dark green dress that belonged to a nobleman’s daughter, giving Ella pause. What mark had she been given?
Sophie—
I know. I’m sorry. My mark got held up and it has delayed the entire morning.
Sophie crossed her arms and slouched against the opposite wall.
What’s wrong?
Ella walked over and fixed Sophie’s posture. She would never admit it, but she had become quite fond of Sophie. What had begun as a contentious mentorship had blossomed into a strong sisterhood, and Ella would protect her as such.
I need your advice…have you ever…
Sophie twisted her hands together. Have you ever fallen in love with your mark?
Her brown eyes remained downcast, her cheeks flushed.
No….
Ella watched Sophie wilt. But I’ve come close. Isn’t your mission ending tonight?
Sophie nodded her head slowly.
There’s no turning back. The marks we hunt are bad, Sophie. He may present a good mask to the world, but that’s to hide how despicable he is on the inside. You know this.
But, he’s not—
He is. I promise. Why else would he be marked for death?
Ella watched Sophie, her eyes darting back and forth as she twisted a stray piece of hair, her nervous tick. Here, take this.
Ella took out an enchanted diamond earring. Sophie’s eyes lit up. As long as both of them wore one earring of the enchanted pair, they would be able to hear everything that the other said. Only put it on if you absolutely need to. Emergencies only.
Of course.
Sophie grasped it before tucking it into a secure pocket.
Is there anything else?
Ella looked around the marketplace, making sure no one had seen them.
No. Everything’s fine. I’ll do as you say. I know you’re right.
Ella turned to look at her. She was slumped again against the side of the building. Her hands limp at her side.
Ella knelt down. This job we have isn’t easy. No one will thank us for it. Yet we know that what we do is for the protection of the kingdom we love. We’re paid well, we’re fed, have a comfortable bed, wonderful friends, and we get to serve. Blood in my veins, right?
Ella held her hand, watching Sophie’s eyes dart back and forth.
Gradually Sopie stood up taller, steel in her eyes, all sense of innocence gone.
Bones of my ancestors,
Sophie whispered with confidence.
Ella kissed her forehead and smiled as Sophie turned around and walked away, the diamond earring securely in place on her left ear should Sophie need her. Not that she would.
image-placeholder*Ella, are you able to talk?* Jaq’s silky voice came through on Ella’s other diamond earring. She paused at the tense strain in her enchanter’s voice.
*Jaq—*
*We have a mark that needs to be taken out immediately.*
*What’s wrong? We’ve done quick jobs before,* Ella glanced around as she picked up her pace, dodging around townspeople.
She loved this part of the city. The sounds of children laughing and women gossiping. The smell of cinnamon and spices swirled around everything, creating a bouquet of scents unique to the city she called home.
*This one involves an Earl. They typically give you a few days to plan.*
Ella shrugged. She’d never killed an earl with less than two days' notice, but there was always some new challenge to take on, and she would never back down. *It’ll be fine. I’m about to leave Riset. The walk home will take about an hour—*
*Gus is on his way,* Jaq interjected. She could practically feel him tugging on his tunic to calm his nerves.
*Alright, so they’re in a hurry. I’ll see you shortly.*
Ella glanced up in time to avoid colliding with a royal guard.
Watch your step, commoner or I’ll arrest you.
Ella bit back a response, narrowing her eyes as he moved on. The marketplace was admittedly a busy place, but she’d never felt closed in before, not like this. A young man with brilliant red hair stood in the center of it all, his green eyes darting around. Henry.
He had grown so much since she had last seen him. David stood next to him. His black hair swept to the side as he smiled, portraying the perfect prince. A line of commoners had formed before David. Ella examined them, realizing that all of them had some type of ailment, and David was looking each of them over. Once he was done, he handed them an enchanted potion. He was healing them, Ella realized.
Get in line or move aside.
A guard barked at her.
Ella’s fingers twitched for a dagger. How she longed to tell him just how much she protected the royal family too. But she couldn’t. No one could know…not even those she defended.
She chanced a glance back at her former friends, catching Henry’s eye for a second before she pulled her hood back up and walked away. Her heart hammered in her chest long after she had left their sight. It didn’t matter that they were happy without her. It had been nine years after all. She didn’t expect them to wait for her; she certainly hadn’t waited for them. Ella had become what she had always wanted to be; a protector of her kingdom. If she had done as the palace had wished, she would have become one of those simpering ladies of the court who followed David everywhere he went.
Gus was waiting for her outside the gate into Riset, horse and carriage at the ready. The horses galloped home, with Jaq briefing her through her earring. The Earl of Gascony was suspected of selling information to the neighboring Kingdom of Holodal that put Prince David in imminent danger.
*Why do they think it’s him?* Ella sat up straighter at the threat made against David.
*The Earl fell on hard times recently due to his gambling addiction and incessant need to go to brothels—*
*That describes half of the nobility.* Ella leaned back. This was probably going to go nowhere.
*Do the other members of the nobility have cracks in their mansion walls and uneven cobblestones with an unkempt garden and limited staff?*
*No. Why do we think he’s already sold the information?*
*He was seen back in some of his usual holes throwing coin around.*
*I’ll check it out. Though it doesn’t sound very promising.*
image-placeholderAs evening laid claim to Riset, Ella darted around her home, changing to ensure she looked the part of a wealthy socialite. She wore her plated black tunic and pants underneath an exquisite dark blue dress.
Gus took her back to Riset, stopping at a pub in the third circle, where he would wait for her return. She bunched her cloak around her, shielding her from the chill that ran off the trees, carrying the smell of mist and beer. If only the enchanted plates of armor stitched into her clothing could heat up. Hidden further within were her seven glass daggers.
Each home she passed was lit with candles that would burn well into the night. The earl’s home was not so fortunate. Though he tried to demonstrate wealth, she saw the lies as she approached. Jaq was right about uneven cobblestones, and a dangerously wild garden. Though it was the large cracks that ran up his home that revealed his troubles.
It was a rushed plan of attack, she had confidence she would succeed. David’s life depended on it. Per Jaq’s report, the Earl would be heading home with the only guard he could keep employed.
Ella eased the gate to the earl’s home open. The garden and lack of guards gave her all the cover she needed to go up to the modest mansion unseen.
Ella opened an ornately delicate compact mirror and looked into the tidy reflected glory that was Jaq. His brown hair was perfectly placed, his red tunic wrinkle-free, and his spectacles spotless. *How are the city guards?*
*Everything at the city guard’s station is quiet. They’re about to change shifts.* Jaq glanced at one of his enchanted mirrors.
Two years ago, Ella had gotten into the city guard station and sprayed every mirrored surface she could find with Jaq’s enchanted potion. Once dried, he was forever able to see through the mirrors in his ‘top secret enchanter room’ as he liked to describe it. It had been the one and only time Ella had taken a potion that would enhance her stealth.
Ella shook herself, bouncing back and forth on her feet until the goosebumps from the memory vanished. Not only were potions addictive, but she had become a ghost in her body after ingesting Callidus. She had been aware, but not quite in control of her actions. Of course, being able to slip past anyone unseen, no matter how out in the open she was, had been a wonderful benefit. However, she never wanted to lose connection with her body like that again.
Ella discarded her cloak and dress, hiding them in the wild lavender bushes. At the back door, Ella pulled the lock picks and tension wrench out of her wig, making sure it stayed securely in place. Beneath it she had braided back her snow-white hair. She scratched her head, grimacing at the slight movement. The wig never felt secure enough, though her stepmother insisted on it for her protection. Ella stopped her protesting when it was either wear the wig, or change her hair, the last connection she had to her mother.
She inserted the tension rod and turned the lock to the right, keeping weight on the lock. She slid the pick in, feeling each pin release while maintaining pressure. She moved fast, running the pick over each one until she felt the last one release, the knob turning in her hand.
Ella slipped into the dimly lit house. The earl had yet to use his new coin to replenish his candles, she noted. She paused by a side table, picking up a framed portrait of him. He was someone who would not have trouble attracting women. According to Jaq his list of lovers was almost as long as his list of accusers. As she walked through the house, she sprayed every mirror, ensuring Jaq would be able to see everything and warn her of any intruders.
The guards' room was where she would hide, four doors down from the earl’s on the third floor. She would have to make sure taking down the guard was quiet. Hiding in his wardrobe, she kept the door open just enough for flame light to shine in. She inhaled the smell of his clothes, wrinkling her nose at the sweat.
*All set, Jaq.* Ella looked into her mirror.
*Still no movement out of the usual.* Jaq commented.
Ella slipped the mirror into a small pocket and pulled out her diamond earring.
By the time she got her earring on, the sound of hooves on dirt reached her. The earl yelled something profane at his guard. Wonderful, he was drunk. Ella gently hit her head against the wooden closet door. She hated drunk men, and this one was apparently cruel while drunk.
A few minutes later she heard the guard walk on creaky boards to the earl’s room. The guard walked to his bedroom, removed his clothing, and plopped down. Ella smiled.
She eased the wardrobe open, wisps of beer and food floated off of him. Ella pulled out a thick piece of rope, rolling it between her fingers, its ridges rippling under her gloves. She leapt onto the guard, getting the rope around his neck, and pulling it tight. He attempted to turn around, but she had him pinned between her thighs. Ella didn’t want to kill him. He wasn’t her mark, and he couldn’t help that the man he served was horrible.
The guard’s rough hands slid off of her as his body went limp. She gagged and tied him to his bed before moving down to the earl’s room and pushing open the heavy wooden door.
What is it, John?
The earl turned to her, his brow scrunched.
Lord Edward, I see that your house has become a bit…rundown.
Ella eased into his room, her fingers tapping a beat against one of the daggers nestled at the base of her back.
How is that your concern?
Lord Edward moved slowly around his room, heading for a hidden sword no doubt.
Don’t. Move.
Ella removed one of her own glass daggers, pointing it at the earl. You’re in a lot of trouble for what you did.
Pray, what did I do? I do a lot of things. I’m an earl as you know, and I have to do a lot for this kingdom.
Do you,
Ella whispered. I’ll hazard a guess that it’s nothing compared to what others do in service for the crown.
Because an assassin knows so much about serving the crown?
Lord Edward laughed, taking a side step towards a mirror.
Ella threw a small dagger; impaling his arm. He screamed, collapsing to the floor.
I do. Tell me, why don’t you serve the crown as you should?
Ella crouched down before him, pulling his head back to look at her.
I’ve always remained loyal to the Kingdom I love,
he spat.
We’ll see about that,
Ella gripped his collar and lifted Lord Edward to his feet.
He broke out of her hold, landing hard on the ground. He jumped up, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pushed her against the wall. Spots danced in her eyes as her head bounced off the hard wooden wall. She fought him until she was on his back, legs wrapped around his waist, the crook of her elbow tight under his neck. Lord Edward shot up, lifting her off the ground and ramming Ella’s back into the dresser opposite his bed. Her vision blurred, but she held on. He weakened as he lost air, collapsing to the ground.
Ella held on until he passed out.
She dragged him to one of his cushioned chairs and bound his wrists and ankles. He woke up groaning.
All this just to kill me?
Ella leaned in close, setting her hands on his arms. Oh, I’m not going to kill you,
she said. She watched the slight flicker of hope in his eyes. Well not yet anyways.
She pushed away from him, pulling out one of her glass daggers.
If you think I’m going to tell you anything. You’re—
You’re going to do more than talk, you’re going to scream,
Ella promised. For everything he had done. For putting the Prince’s life in danger.
Now this can be easy,
Ella tapped the dagger against his cheek, or it can be hard,
Ella dug her gloved nails into his scalp and pulled, tearing hair from the room. The earl let out a short groan of pain, stomping his feet. All you have to do is answer my questions.
What would those be?
First, how much coin did you demand to betray your kingdom? What was the price that made it acceptable for you to commit treason?
He blinked.
It probably wasn’t even a lot, right? It’s why you were approached. You’re broke, fifth circle of Riset broke. If you hadn’t inherited this home with your title you would be living on the street.
Lord Edward remained silent.
No? You’re not going to answer the easy one?
Ella delicately slid her knife up his arm.
Ella moved before he could figure out what she was going to do. She ripped back his pinky finger, breaking it. This time the earl did scream. Ella walked away, surveying the almost bare room. He had begun to sell off his furniture. No wonder he had been so easily swayed. She needed to find a way to break him. David…Prince David, she corrected herself, was in danger because of him, and she had to find out how.
Answer my questions and this can be over,
Ella murmured.
You’re crazy if you think I’ll admit to treason.
I don’t think, I know. You should really be more careful who you go boasting to about your good fortunes. Especially in a brothel.
Ella looked at him sideways. His chest moved rapidly, as sweat began to stink up the air.
I didn’t give away any information. I would never sell out Prince David.
The earl protested adamantly.
Was it worth it?
Ella circled the earl an hour later.
His head lolled to the side. He wasn’t going to take much more. Ella would have to scale back. She needed that information from him. It was her duty to protect the crown, by any means necessary. He refused to give it to her, no matter what she did.
Just tell me what you told Holodal and I’ll end your suffering,
Ella whispered, running a dagger lightly up his arm. She made sure to apply only enough pressure to scrape his skin.
The earl smiled through blood-stained teeth.
Ella got up and walked over to one of the torches burning in its sconce. She pulled out a dagger and stuck it in the flame, heating it until she knew it was hot enough to burn. Her lips twitched as she drew closer to him. The blade’s handle warmed her calloused hand. She didn’t register the heat anymore, having held it so many times before.
Ella let the tip fall and press into his neck. His skin split beneath from the heat as she pulled it down his collarbone.
What information did you sell to Holodal?
Ella stepped back from him, the earl’s fear clouding her senses.
He smiled. You might want a better enchanter.
*Cinderella look out,* Jaq’s voice burst in her ear, her codename echoing around her.
Ella opened her mouth to respond as two men broke through the door.
*Mouse, find me a way out,* Ella said as the guard she had tied up charged her. His sword was drawn as another man worked on freeing Lord Edward. Ella armed herself, crouching into a defensive position. She got in close to the guard, using her marginally smaller height to her advantage. He wrapped an arm around her, keeping her from fighting.
Ella bit him, jumping free when he howled.
He lunged for her, got ahold of her wig, and pulled. Ella fell to the floor, hitting her head hard. Her wig was in his hand.
Lord Edward was free, staring at her. Looking at her white hair. She heard more footsteps. More men. She knew she could handle it. She just had to knock all of them out, and kill the earl. He had threatened the safety of those she protected.
*Mouse?* Ella got up into a defensive position, blinking away the double vision.
*Get to the alley next to the fence.*
*Easier said than done,* Ella huffed, her eyes darted around the room as she stepped back again, two more men running in, giving her an odds of five to one. She was near the bed, and all of them were in the middle of the room. The new guards wavered in and out of her vision the more she tried to concentrate on them. Great, all of them had taken Callidus, giving them the ability to slip past all of the mirrors unseen. Though the enchanter hadn’t been very powerful if she could see them.
*Cinderella!* Sophie’s light voice erupted through Ella’s other earring.
*Scarlet, I’m a little—* Ella whispered, using Sophie’s codename. Ella lunged when one of the guards darted towards her, evading his blade.
*I failed—*
Ella could hear the tears soaking Sophie’s voice.
*Scarlet, I don’t have time for your crush—* Ella ducked as another blade came close.
Screams echoed through Ella. Sophie’s screams.
Liquid ice ran down Ella’s spine at the fear in Sophie’s voice.
*Scarlet…* Dread weighed Ella down, sinking through to her feet with a weight heavier than her horse. *Scarlet.*
Silence.
*Sophie!*
Nothing. Ella had to get to Sophie. She had to believe Sophie was still alive and couldn’t answer her. Ella glanced at the guards, marking their positions. Before she could second guess herself, she grabbed the vial of Velocity from her pocket and gulped it down. It wasn’t a lot. Jaq had only ever given her enough to ride the enchantment long enough to get free of a situation.
But it worked. Too well.
The air in the room became frigid as Ella moved, rushing them.
They had seen her. They had heard her. She couldn’t let them live. Couldn’t let them out of this house before getting to Sophie.
Ella collided with the men. She flipped and twirled around the room in an intricate dance.
She crashed into a wall.
Ella ducked, spun out her legs, and stabbed a man faster than her mind could process. She had to get out. Had to kill them. Had to get to Sophie.
Wait, hadn’t she already started killing the guards? Ella thought before looking up from the guard below her. Yes. She had already attacked them. She had to get out. They couldn’t live. Not anymore. Had to get to Sophie. Couldn’t leave a trace of herself behind.
Pinpricks of pain blossomed in Ella’s vision as she fought them. Ribbons of red floated around her, daggers at the ready. Her mind spun with the need to make sure these men did not get away. They couldn’t get away. Ella kicked out her legs again, knocking more down. She had to go, run, fight, no run, she had to fight first. Had to…had to get to Sophie.
*Cinderella!* Jaq’s voice reached her, floating in time around her. *Cinderella, focus, Velocity is—*
Ella stopped moving.
For one single heartbeat, her world stopped. She recentered herself and focused. Sweat coated her skin, soaking through her clothes. Bile rose from her stomach at the scene before her. She had cut them to shreds. Red mist hung in the air, unsettled as she paused. Ella covered her lips with her hand.
*Jaq—*
*I see. Get out of there. The city guard is coming.*
Velocity gripped Ella’s heart, and she ran.
She ran through the halls, her body slamming against the building, trying to find a way to slow down. She had to slow down. She paused in front of a mirror, dragging her hands over her face. Her pale skin was freckled and splattered with blood. Her white hair in knots. But it was her eyes that froze her. Her ice blue eyes were ringed in the same sickly yellow color of Velocity, and it was barely shrinking in size as her body absorbed it.
Ella’s mind jumped. She needed to grab her dress and get to Sophie. She needed her clothes. She had to remember those.
She sprinted across the earl’s unkempt gardens and snatched her clothes right as she caught the sound of horses running to the house. She dashed for the side of the stone fence Jaq had instructed her to get to. She leapt, the Velocity in her body carrying her the extra distance to make it over the top.
Ella landed, hard, and rolled. She stood up, wincing. Why was she wincing? What had happened? Ella slowed down, trying to take stock of her body, but her mind refused. It wanted to run, run, run. Run as fast as she could, never looking back. She had to get to Sophie.
A large gruff man got out of a very well-made carriage and mockingly bowed to her, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. Your carriage awaits, my lady.
Gus dropped his smile. Let’s get you home.
Ella barreled into the carriage, rocking it back and forth.
I have to get to Sophie.
Her screams trapped in Ella’s mind.
I have orders to bring you home.
But—
We’ll figure it out when we get there.
He settled a hand on her shoulder.
Ella nodded, gripping the side of the carriage as she lifted one foot, followed by another. If she was deliberate in her movements, she could think, react, and process.
I’m going to be sick,
Ella said, her legs jumping up and down with unspent energy.
Ella—
Gus twisted towards her as he drove the horses, pacing them at a normal trot.
It all went so bad.
Ella gripped her head in her hands, willing the Velocity to process through her. The sooner it was gone, the sooner she would feel comfortable in her own skin and could figure out what had happened with Sophie.
Focus on your surroundings. Let Riset help ground you. With Velocity, you have to focus on something other than running. If you don’t you’ll fall into a manic spiral.
Too late,
Ella moaned, her