The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

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The nobles, all from the third generation of their families, sat frozen, the weight of Karen and Matilda's confessions hanging heavy in the room.

Rhea, an insignificant figure with no resources or survival skills to speak of, had dared to set her sights on Robin-a man infamous for his ruthlessness and

power

What could she have been thinking? Had she lost all sense of reason, or had s first place?

never possessed it in the

What kind of sheer ignorance did it take to imagine such a dangerous and foolhardy plan?

Robin's influence, even in the open, was untouchable. Yet Rhea had dared to plot against him, to harm his family and challenge someone feared for the destruction he left in his wake. It wasn't just reckless. It was self-destructive.

The lords exchanged glances, shaking their heads, as if silently asking each other the same question: How could anyone be so foolish?

It was plain to them that these girls lacked any understanding of respect-or fear.

Without that, it was no wonder they'd ventured into something so vile and senseless.

Mr. Josington stepped forward, his hand gripping Rhea's hair. He forced her head up, making her meet his eyes before turning her gaze toward Karen and Matilda.

"Is their story true?" he demanded.

Rhea's face was streaked with tears, her voice shaking as she confessed. "Yes, it's true. But Len, Kieran, and Karina told me it would be fine. They said Kieran had the support of a lord-" "Enough!" Lord Southmere's voice cut through the air, his command absolute.

"Execute Karen and Matilda first," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for debate.

Karen and Matilda's faces went pale, their bodies stiff with shock.

They hadn't thought that a few careless actions, done in the service of Rhea, would lead to this.

Before they could utter a word of protest, two of Southmere's guards stepped forward, their pistols drawn.

The shots echoed sharply, and with that, Karen and Matilda collapsed, lifeless.

They had no time to grasp the lesson that their deaths delivered-a stark truth that accomplices, even more than the schemers themselves, bear the weight of guilt.

Both had known Rhea's plans were twisted, yet they had chosen to assist her, feeding her malice.

In the end, who else but them deserved to pay the price?

on the lifeless forms of Karen and Matilda. The scene before her was a nightmare brought to life, and her

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Southmere stood nearby, his presence overpowering. Though his age showed in his lined

to strip away any pretense of courage

Rhea cried out, her voice breaking. "Please, my lord!

on a distant point in the room. He neither acknowledged her words nor showed

uneasily. A shadow of concern passed over his face, though

as if anticipating this, slipped out of

speak, her words tumbling out in a frantic rush. It wasn't my idea! Len and Kieran-they forced me into it! They wanted Brenda and Joanna! I only helped a little, I swear! I didn't do anything else!" Rhett finally stirred, raising one

once, Mr. Josington moved to a nearby console. The screen on the wall came to

in silence as the footage displayed Rhea's

guilt-her goading of Kieran and Len, her meticulous involvement in their sinister plans, and her callous exploitation of Brenda

and disgust as the evidence

Rhett's voice broke the heavy silence.

by the

tone sharp. "Someone gave you

rise above

should have seized that opportunity. You should have

spat on their generosity. You became something vile

harm. You preyed

that someone so twisted can change. People like you-people who repay kindness with

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turned to Josington. "Bring me my sword. I'll take care of this

place, paralyzed by fear, She knew

Robin, her voice desperate and

please, we were classmates. Don't do this. I swear I'll never make the

streamed down her face as she continued, her voice barely a whisper. "You've seen

her back to life, I'll consider

dead! How

coldly. With one swift motion, he

drawing Lord Southmere's battle sword and holding it

took the sword and swung it, cutting

chilling silence. The only sound was the drip of blood

Len were frozen, trembling, unable to