[Dungeon]

There was a small commotion outside of Alexei's door, down on the opposite end of the corridor. A figure, dressed fully in black and with a hood over his face stalked down the hall with two short swords in his gloved hands. Several palace guards were slumped over behind him, wounded, but alive. The final guard, who stood at the prince's door, was not as fortunate. The tips of both blades sank silently in between his ribs, and he collapsed against Alexei's door with a thud.

The door itself was kicked off of its hinges by the man, who entered the room slowly, his scarlet irises locked on to Alexei. He said nothing, but made his way to the bed before the prince could escape. He sheathed both of his blades and pulled a coil of thin rope from a pouch secured to his leg. He started to hogtie the smaller man with practiced ease, before tossing him over his shoulder and opening the window.

The kidnapped had a grappling hook already on the window pane. How Alexei didn't hear it was a mystery, but the hooded man wasn't going to question. "Hold on. And be. Quiet." He ordered, before starting to descend. His voice, though muffled by the heavy scarf over his mouth, was smoother than silk sheets, but more mysterious than the creatures that lurked in the shadows. He hit the ground at the same time as a bell started to ring. An alarm. Lantern's danced about the courtyard, but the man stayed in the shadows expertly.