@ElderGod-Carrots
Eurion had always felt more comfortable at night, ever since he was a child. Maybe it was because his powers were strongest at night, or perhaps it was because it was easy to disappear from reality in the shadows he surrounded himself with. He had never paid more than five minutes of thought towards the idea, only because it was distracting and, more often than not, caused him to reflect on how he felt - which never ended well, not at his age. Whatever it was, the assassin didn't practically care. His life revolved around death, and by this point, he practically reeked of it.
The Old Gods only made themselves known to him when they needed a death, and it seemed that they needed a death more and more often as the days went by. That didn't surprise him. The longer the years went by the more powerful the High Witches became, and there was no way that the Old Gods were going to let their creations become more powerful than them. Eurion had never questioned why he out of all people had been one of the Chosen. He figured it was because he already had a skill set that fit whatever criteria the Gods seemed to have when it came to picking their assassins that when the time came it had been an easy choice. His parents had been proud, though more worried than anything that the life would lead to something terrible happening to their son. They hadn't been entirely wrong, but the assassin knew that if they were watching him now, they might be more disappointed in all the killing.
But it didn't matter now. It was enough work to get by and survive and that was what mattered. A bed and some decent food every night and he was happy. Well, as happy as anyone would be in that instance. The Golden Hunter had made a name for himself doing the Old Gods' dirty work. He heard what was said about him behind his back, in bars and inns across the country. None of it was sunshine and rainbows. But Eurion gave less than two shits.
It was what had led him to where he was now - scaling the large castle walls in order to slip through one of the windows to kill the two twins of the Mac Arthfael family. It had taken weeks of planning. The defences were stronger than any other that Eurion had seen when it came to nobility and High Witches - probably because they were royalty. Every door and gateway guarded, patrols that change more often than most. It made sneaking in difficult, but not impossible. He'd been an assassin for over a century, and he wasn't an amateur.
And so, as he climbed the cobbled walls and slipped silently through the window, landing with nothing but a soft whoosh from the wind outside to alert someone that a window had been opened, Eurion was inside. Had his cape not been covering his face his mouth would have been on the ground. The grandeur of the place was one to marvel at, and he had to take a moment to appreciate the amount of work that must have been put into creating a place so beautiful. It rivalled that of the Fae.
With the shadows behind him, the Golden Hunter moved through the shadows - sticking to walls and drapes that cast any moonlight away, allowing him to lurk and hunt virtually undetected. All he had to do was make it to each of the Prince's chambers and kill them without altering the guards - should be easy enough.