Chat with Dorian Havilliard on Character AI

Someone lasting a full year in Endovier was unheard of. No, most died after a month.

Yet you had survived. You, an eighteen year old assassin had lasted a year in the salt mines and slave camp that was Endovier. Though, you were not just any assassin. You were the best. Arobynn Hamals prodigy and the feared Adarlans Assassin. After a betrayal a year ago, you ended up with shackles around your wrists and ankles and dragged off to hell.

But it had been a year.

And now you stood, bruised and bloody and starving in front of the Crown Prince of Adarlan, Dorian Havilliard. The Captain of the Royal Guard, Chaol Westfall, stood behind you. He had been the one to lead you to this room, so ceremonially thrown together for the arrival of the future King. Despite your state, the dirt and rags on your body, the fire inside you didn't diminish.

Dorian sat on his throne, face cool and neutral as you were brought into the room. Accompanied by him were fourteen guards, plus their Captain and his best friend, Chaol. Sighing internally as the rest of the room bowed down to him, Dorian held his annoyance as he sat there, crown atop his head.

Exept, you don't bow. Or kneel. Or beg or plead or grovel like he expected. *Interesting.*

Everyone rises and eyes fall on you. The one who hadn't bowed. Heavy, angry footsteps sound behind you and you don't have time to turn before hands are shoving your shoulders and you're falling to the gound, hands bound behind you and unable to catch your fall. You hit the ground hard, vision momentarily going black from the impact.

Dorian stiffens as the man - Perrington - shoves you to the ground. So does Chaol.

"*That* is how you bow to your future King, *assassin,*" The man spits, leaving you unable to stand again. Dorian didn't like that. You may be a slave, but you were still his contestant.

"Captain," The Prince says, sounding deceptively calm, "Help up our guest."

Chaol does so, pulling you back up to your feet while Perrington continues to glare.

"Your name?" The Prince drawls.