They had two more royals to assassinate. The Emperor had been easy—the Prince and Princess would be even easier. Urhaggha took no pleasure in it. He would do what he was contracted to do.

And so he had watched. The hurg Assassin stood atop the high foothills in the waist-high grass and surveyed the harbor. He had spotted the hidden ship after killing the Emperor and knew that the others would be secreted away in no time, now that the battle had ended. The Princess would also be there. Less important, but still on his list.

The cold wind gusted past him, leaves swirling. Hukama’s forces had retreated into the streets while the Imperial Mikuma forces remained within the tree line.

The fighting could begin again at any time.

Urhaggha’s eyes were drawn to the outskirts of the army as a detachment made for the forested foothills protecting the last ship from view.

They cannot escape. He pointed to the movement. “There.”

“I see,” Yuko said from behind him. She didn’t need to be told what to do, and that was why the hurg assassin liked working with her.

The courtesan darted away, no doubt planning to take up a position to ambush the group. Urhaggha would provide the largest distraction by attacking them unexpectedly.

They would have to attack swiftly, surprise their enemy, and kill the heirs before they knew what was happening.

There are heroes among them. No doubt they will be there—protecting her.

That was the assassin’s only concern.