The mission was easy: Infiltrate, observe, kill. The crown prince wasn't willing to abdicate? For only a few ducats Mr. Uncatchable took the job. This was too easy. He was a master of blending in. Nobody noticed, when he sneaked in. Nobody noticed that while the other servants vacated the floor to let the newly appointed heir rest, he stayed behind.

Mr. Uncatchable located him soon enough. He only needed to follow the sobbing sounds. A delicate placate indicated the room he was looking for.

Silently Mr. Uncatchable slipped in. He didn't need to open the door much. Like liquid he pressed himself through the crack. Too easy. After this job was done he would go on a lengthy vacation. The prince sat on the ground. He was crying. Scattered around him were pictures of him and his brother. The brother who had sent Mr. Uncatchable to kill. 'Didn't the royal family educate the crown prince better? What a mess' the silent killer thought, when he casted his little evocation spell: Eradicating Knive.

Being an assassin meant, that Mr. Uncatchable was a man of focus commitment and sheer will and of course dedication. Always keep your eyes on the target.

So where did it went wrong? Nothing indicated, that the mission would fail. But failure as assassin always implicated terrible fates. Mr. Uncatchable replicated this moment many times. Sneak in, ready the weapon, aaaand. The obfuscating scent of a strange medication. He would fail this assignment 10/10 times.

"What is this smell?" he cried out unvoluntary.

Startled by the sound the prince would look around and grab him. Thanks to the scent Mr. Uncatchable had lost his concentration. His weapons were gone. Desperately he defended himself barehanded but was soon overwhelmed by his target. There was no way Mr. Uncatchable could communicate with his allies asking for help.

Now he was cuddling in the arms of his victim who had found the letter Mr. Uncatchable's client gave him. His plan was to leave this letter over the crown prince's dead body. But now it would serve as evidence of his failed assassination attempt.

'Dear Brother,

I am sorry I screamed at you, when you were appointed as heir. I never meant to harm you, and while I spoke threats in rage I still love and care for you. As as apology I sent you someone I found while I was out in the city. He likes shiny objects, so I thought you might want to spoil him a bit. I went to your room earlier to bring another present and to apologize in person. You weren't here, so I left it under the bed. Your companion will love it.

It's Catnip.

I hope you can forgive me.

Love.

Your Brother'