Prince Artos knew the rumors about the Shadow of the North—a faceless assassin sent to end his bloodline—but he didn’t expect to find her bleeding out in his private gardens.
The shift was slow, like the thawing of a northern winter. She taught him how to see the hidden exits in a room; he taught her that words could hold more power than blades. But as the King’s health failed and Artos’s enemies gathered at the gates, Tavia’s old life came knocking. Her guild demanded the Prince’s head, or they would take hers. Download Prince and Assassin Tavia Lark epub
Standing in the moonlit courtyard where they first met, Tavia drew her blade—not pointing it at the Prince, but standing firmly between him and the darkness. Prince Artos knew the rumors about the Shadow
Artos didn't flinch. He simply set a bowl of broth on the table. "A contract requires a willing hand, Tavia. You aren't a weapon; you're a person who has been used as one." But as the King’s health failed and Artos’s
For weeks, the Prince and the Assassin lived in the quiet tension of the underground. Artos, a man of peace who preferred ancient scrolls to sharpened steel, tended to her wounds. Tavia, a woman built of scars and silence, watched him with the wary eyes of a trapped hawk.
"You should have let me die," Tavia rasped one night, her hand hovering over a concealed dagger. "My contract doesn't expire just because you're kind."
