The Truth About Lies (An Inheritance Cycle Fanfiction)

"Alright, there are the guards," Murtagh whispered, leaning around behind me to look at the two men who stood ambling at the front of the building. "How are you going to distract them?" I glanced at him over my shoulder, cocking an eyebrow and giving him a smirk.

"Don't worry about it. I've got this under control," I replied confidently. "Now, help me with my tunic."

"What do you mean?" he asked quizzically.

I stared at him pointedly for a moment, hands on my hips, and eyebrows raised. "Help me pull my tunic down over my shoulders," I said slowly, hoping he would catch my meaning without having to explain it any more.

His eyes went wide, and I noticed a slight blush creeping into his cheeks. "H-huh?" he asked dumbly.

I rolled my eyes and flung my cloak out of the way. "Just do it!" I hissed quietly. He didn't argue after he saw the glare that I gave him. Turning around, he placed his hands on my shoulders, taking hold of the fabric and tugging slightly. He pulled down in the back while I yanked at the front, creating a plummeting neckline. My shoulders were bared and the top of my chest was exposed, and I took care in... adjusting myself so as to seem more enticing. I pushed on my chest until it seemed about to pop out of the loosely-pulled corset I wore beneath my tunic. I turned back to Murtagh and saw that his eyes were still wide, and he seemed unable to avert his gaze from my breasts. "Hello?" I snapped my fingers at him and he blinked quickly, looking at my face again.

"What? Sorry..."

"I'm going to go over there and distract them, and when they're not looking, you're going to take them out. Got it?" I asked. He nodded firmly and pulled his yew bow from beneath his cloak, nocking an arrow.

I turned and came around the corner into the view of the two guards, sauntering as best I could. There was a serious deficiency of young males in Carvahall, so I hadn't really gotten any practice at being flirtatious. But I had enough instinct to know how to get a man to look at me. Slowly, I eeked closer to the guards. They both noticed me at the same time and stood up a little straighter.

"Well, hello there," one of them--the taller one--said, giving me a slight smirk that revealed the blackened and rotting teeth within his mouth.

"Why don't you come on over here, sweetie?" the other called. My hair fell into my face, and I could only hope that it hid the look of utter disgust I could feel forming there. I stopped next to the shorter one, the one closest to Murtagh, and leaned my shoulder closer to him, baring more of my bosom.

"Sorry boys," I purred in my most seductive voice. "I'm not working tonight. But... I think I could make an exception for a couple of handsome men such as yourselves." I stroked the soldier's cheek beneath his helm, quelling the desire to vomit. This man smelled of rotting cheese...

They both chuckled darkly, a malicious glint coming into their eyes. Plotting my moves carefully, I backed up down the street towards the fortress, so that when they followed me their backs would be facing Murtagh. They followed me, just as I had anticipated. Suddenly, the one whose cheek I had stroked went rigid, his dark eyes going wide, and fell face-first to the ground. Before the other could react to his fallen comrade, he too fell to the ground, an arrow protruding from his back.

Murtagh suddenly emerged from the shadows, his face concealed by the false beard and the hood of his cloak. "Nice show," he remarked dryly.

"Thanks," I shot back, my voice full of sarcasm. "Come on, let's get going." I tugged at my tunic until I was covered again and then pulled my hood back up around my face. So far, so good.

We slipped quietly through the gate and then into the building. There weren't any guards around, which was fairly surprising to me. They must have all been on the upper level.