Ok, not sure where this came from, just an idea, not sure if I even like it. Let me know, if no one likes it I'm gonna take it off.


The figure made its way down the side streets, keeping to the shadows, trying to avoid any contact with anyone. Looking around the figure saw an old run down shop that had boards covering the windows and felt a pang of regret. Swiftly moving past the old building, the figure made its way down the next street and a small smile graced its features when they saw the building at the end of the alleyway. The figure picked up his pace and and walked up the stairs to the side of the building as they creaked under his feet, the years of wear making it dangerous. He reached the top and sighed when he saw that the last few steps were gone. Taking a step back he took a running jump and landed on the roof, for a split second he panicked when his foot slipped but he quickly got his footing back. He quickly made his way across the steep roof to a small flap and opened it and climbed through. He climbed in and dropped to the floor with a grunt and looked around. Turning to his right, he reached for a lantern that he knew had been there before. His hand brushed the glass and he blindly searched for the matches, finally finding them on the other side of the lantern. He struck one and lit the lantern, blowing out the match before turning and looking at the room. There was a thick layer of dust on everything, the three beds in the main room, the old blanket cupboard had one of the doors hanging on a hinge. The table in the left corner of the room that had held so many happy meals was cracked, the three chairs still set against the table as if it were waiting for the owners to come back. The door on the other side of the room caught his attention and he slowly made his way to it, taking the lantern with him. He opened the door, jumping a bit when it creaked and leaned against the doorjamb as he looked in on the room that held so many good memories. There was a large, worn mattress that held most of his memories. Standing straight, he walked into the room and sat on the mattress, and ran a loving hand over the worn blanket's, feeling a tear roll down his cheek. Movement out of the corner of his eyes made him look up to see a person standing there, all in black, something about the posture was familiar and the man on the bed stood.

"I knew you'd be back one day," the man in the doorway said, stepping into the room.

"It took me some time, but I had to come back," came the quiet response. They stood staring at each other for some time before the first man looked around.

"What happened to them?" he asked quietly and the man in black sighed.

"They're gone," he said. The first man looked at him sharply but the other man just shrugged. "Jaedin joined the army, he died in the last war. Aryn and Daeryl worked as maids, they are married now and have children of their own. Larith was taken as an apprentice, he has his own blacksmith shop now." The first man found it hard to breath, he had cared for these children, had raised most of them since finding them on the streets, he was happy to hear of the other's but had been very close to Jaedin.

"What happened to you?" the man in black's voice asked and the first man laughed.

"I was taken to Frandir, where it seems I was their long lost prince," he said with more than a little amount of bitterness. There was silence and he looked up to see the other man staring at him.

"So that is where all the assassin's came from." For the years he had lived among the others, he had been hounded by assassins so he only nodded.

"What happened to Cadir?" he asked, referring to their friend who had owned a shop that had bought the poison's and thing's they found on the assassins.

"The king found he was dealing with the Black Rose," he said and the first man closed his eyes. "Things have changed for the worse in most cases," the man in black said quietly.

"And what of you?" the first man asked and the second stared at him for a few moments before looking down at his atire and back at the prince. "Are you here to kill me then?" he asked and the assassin sighed.

"I was sent to take care of you, yes. Why did you come back?" he asked.

"I had to know," came the quiet response. The prince looked between the assassin and the door, contemplating the chances of him getting past the other man but his eyes met the other's eyes and he knew he couldn't try. A glint of silver caught his eye and he looked down to see a wicked-looking knife in the assassin's hand.

"This is how it ends then?" he asked, his eyes returning to the other man's and he thought he could see a bit of regret in his eyes.

"I was sent do a job," he said as way of explenation and the prince nodded. They stood there staring at each other for several long moments before the assassin moved forward, the blade slack in his grip. He reached the smaller man, standing close enough to see the dark blue of his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said and was surprised when the prince moved forward and entwined his arms around the other man's neck and placing his lips on his, pushing his tongue past the shocked lips. The knife clattered to the floor as he wrapped his arms around the other man and brought him closer quickly taking over the kiss. They broke apart a efw moment's later, gasping for air and the assassin's eyes anrrowed.

"This won't work," he said, swallowing hard. The prince leaned his head against the other man's chest, the top of his head barely reaching his chin.

"I know," came the quiet response. The assassin leaned his head back and looked up at the ceiling. When he had come here, he had been ready to do what he had been hired to do, but now... He sighed and looked down at the man in his arms. Taking a deep breath, he lifted the prince's chin and covered the other man's lips with his, walking him back towards the bed.

Some time later, they lay entwined on the bed, the prince's head on the assassin's chest.

"I wish you hadn't left," the second man said, running a hand up and down the first's back.

"They gave me no choice," came the quiet response.

"I can imagine." They were silent for several minutes, enjoying each other's company.

"I'm sorry," came a voice in the quiet.

"I know," came the response, hearing the regret.

Sometime later a lone figure left the building, their head down as they kept to the shadows. If anyone had been close enough to the person they would have seen a deep regret and sadness in his eyes.