Chapter six 

Aster was beginning to have a migraine, her maid or more accurately the spy Beau had turned up everywhere she had gone that day. It was as if she teleported herself, it was beyond irritating for Aster. 

“Will you stop!” she shouted, “why do you keep following me?”

“Following you?” Beau acted innocent, “I'm not following i just happen to be going in the same direction.” 

“No you’re not, and following me around won’t change my mind about you.” 

“Because I'm not your type?” 

“That is the least to do with it,” Aster growled low, trudging along. 

“So i still have a chance,” Beau smiled, 

“Yeah in hell,” 

“Well it is nice this time of year.” Aster groaned loudly, Beau smiled, “I think I can really wear you down.” 

“You know i think annoying a princess is against some law,” 

“Goodluck with having anyone catch me, I'm a trained assassin too, you know. I’m good at leaving the scene of the crime as if I were never there.” 

“An assassin?” that piqued Aster interests, not in Beau, at least that was what she told herself, no she didn’t want to know anything about the tall girl. Though she noticed that her purple hair was much suited to her instead of the black she knew as before. “Is that a family business?” 

“I was taken in when i was young and trained up by the spymaster,” 

“Too bad it would have gained you some points if you came from a family of assassins.” 

Beau was quiet, which made Aster stop turning to her, the girl's face was shrouded in shadow, her long thick hair hiding her face, but from where she stood so tense and stiff Aster knew she had said something wrong. She felt guilty for a second till she remembered she hated this girl, hurting her feelings didn’t matter, yet Aster found herself trailing near Beau. 

“Er-you know an assassin's family wouldn't actually be all that great, always paranoid if someone is going to stab you in the back while you sleep. You probably wouldn’t be able to keep any secrets for yourself.” 

Beau glanced over at Aster, “are-are you comforting me?” 

Aster snorted, “no,” she crossed her arms looking to the side, “your getting the wrong idea,” 

Beau grinned, “I think I'm growing on you.” 

Aster viewed Beau with a disgusted expression, she turned away, “we're never going to happen, like you said you're not my type, so if you don’t want to watch me as i flirt with some cute maids, you should stop following me.” She left. Beau tightens her fists into balls. 

“Over my fucking dead body,” she vowed. 

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Beau grumbled as she ate her mid day meal, Kurcy sitting to her looked at her friend with concern, “are you okay?” 

“Just dandy,” Beau spoke through mouthfuls. 

“Really, because it looks like you're a bit upset.” 

“What’s there to be upset about? It’s not as if my soulmate hates my guts and practically might be cheating on me right now.” 

“She wouldn't do that,” Beau gazed at Kurcy with disbelief, “she wouldn’t,” 

Beau stuff her face full with her broth, food would help her forget, well that and a bit of ale. She chugged down her pint, if her fellow assassins saw her, they’d look with horror, reminded of the many times Beau had drunk them off the table. 

“She’s just being stubborn,” 

Beau sighed, “I'm just not her type, i don’t flock, and stare at her with doe eyes, and hang on her every word.” she chewed glumly on Kurcys bread, which her friend frowned at. “I’m not slim, and soft, with light hair, or speak with a whisper and act all shy.” 

“She really has a type.” 

“Quiet, awkward tavern whore, is her type.” 

“Come on,” Kurcy soothed, placing a hand on Beaus' shoulder, “I'm sure tavern whores have a lot to offer.” 

Beau snorted, biting back a smile, “yeah probably greatest with her tongue.” 

Kurcy chortled, “i bet she would be a screamer,” 

“Ear piercering,” Beau smirked. 

Kurcy raised up from her seat, “let's go somewhere better to drown our sorrows.” 

“Oh? And what's bothering you?” 

Kurcy sighed as Beau got up following her out of the servants mess hall. “I had to clean puke off a shirt,” 

“Eww,” 

“I know, I don't know what they were eating but there were chunks of biscuits in it.” 

“Don’t say anymore,” 

“You're so lucky, you don’t have to clean anything.” 

“Yeah, expect blood.” 

The two looked at each other and began to laugh. Kurcy always did make Beau feel better.