PeaceMaker

All she felt was betrayed a bit even though she understood why he might've done that. Telling others, especially a small village about your royalty or background may enrage the starving villagers into forming an assassination plan to other ill-intended plans for them to get their way. Though it was something her family would never do, she understood why he would have been on guard with them. But it made her feel horrible and distant from him… even if she was distant from him normally, she would prefer not to actually feel the distance.

Now, there was an ice bridge forming between her and him. His royalty was one factor adding to the distance and now the sudden assassination task made him feel like someone she could just easily get rid of from her life, when he wasn't. He helped her village when they were in need and that was enough to take him out of stranger-zone.

'Was he aware that he was part of a kingdom that killed my family? Was he using us?' Desilva asked herself, 'Is that why he didn't tell me? But even so… if I knew my family was one of the reasons why another lost many they cared about… I wouldn't dare step foot near them because of guilt..right?'

Desilva lifted her legs into the air, pretending to kick the clouds high above her.

'Maybe he is as they say… if he did know and yet still tried to make friends with me… and my village… what is he then?' Desilva pondered, trying to find the right words for it, 'shameless. A scoundrel in fact.'

The words swirled in her mind as she tried to imagine Dominic in that way.

"UGH!! HOW CAN SOMEONE LIKE THAT BE A SCOUNDREL?!!" She yelled, bringing down her legs harshly on the grass she laid on and scratched her head in frustration.

'Maybe he was right not to tell me and the villagers, after all look at where we are now,' Desilva sighed, 'at a single mention of his name, the elders are thrown into fury and now want me to kill him…'

Desilva got up and rolled closer to the stream, then dunked her head into the cold water in an attempt to cool down her head.

'Why am I even so concerned about this?' she asked herself, 'if it was before, I would comply with every word they said because in the end it most likely have affected me positively but now I don't even think this would affect me positively. I'm questioning their mindsets…'

Desilva dunked her head deeper into the stream, the level of coldness numbing her face slowly increasing.

'Kill Dominic…' she pondered. She remembered the smile on his face when she worked with him hunting on the field.

She dunked her head deeper into the water.

'Kill Dominic…' she thought and remembered the morning when he had his attack, his entire body being run over with pain.

Her head dipped deeper into the stream, her head to waist submerged in water.

'Kill Dominic…' she thought again and remembered him saving one of her friends when they fell into an animal trap they left for an animal and them rolling on the ground in laughter.

'Kill Dominic…' She pulled her head out of the frigid water, panting for air as the hot breeze slapped against her frozen face. 'Who am I kidding… I can't kill him. I don't even think I could attack him.' She ran her fingers through her wet hair, shivering as the cool drops of water ran down her body, wetting her clothes.

She got up and yanked a long piece of sturdy grass out of the ground, using it as a hair-tie to keep her hair in a messy bun.

'What do I do now?' Desilva asked herself, taking her time slowly up the hill, 'I can't kill him.. So what do I do?'

She wrapped her hand around her wet shirt and squeezed water out of it, then shaking the water off her hand.

'I could tell them I won't do it. But they can send someone else to get the job done,' Desilva sighed, plucking a dandelion out of a patch of grass and flowers and placed it in her hair.

'I don't want that to happen… because then the elder's would've lost a bit of trust in me and would do whatever it takes to keep me away from him so they can carry out their plan without me interrupting,' she jumped over a few big stones in her path, careful with her steps as the hill got steeper.

'What even comes out of killing him?' Desilva wondered, 'we kill him, the link to avenging others who died is destroyed because we would inevitably enter a war with the rest of the soldiers here and end up dying since we are nowhere near war-ready. We would just repeat what happened 14 years ago, this time silencing our bloodline.'

Desilva picked up a small sunflower and placed it in her hair, 'even if we survived, there is an entire kingdom, meanwhile, it's just our small village. Keeping him alive and using him as leverage would be better, but…' she paused to pick up another flower, 'I don't want to use him so I won't help them anyway.'

"What do I do thennnn," Desilva groaned, nearly stepping on another pretty flower soon to be uprooted and placed in her hair.

'I wouldn't dare tell the elders I would do the killing and then postpone it...that will only end up with me losing even more of their trust and they will also reassign someone with the task when they find out I'm delaying.'

Desilva scratched the unflowered parts of her head in anger.

"WHY DO I KEEP COMING UP WITH PLANS THAT WON'T WORK!"

She picked up a few more flowers and placed them in her head then held her hands behind her back and continued her walk up the hill, tents coming back into view.