Trinity pass had been used in the past to defend against Drenad aggressions. It was very tight with steep drop-offs. The perfect place for him to assassinate the Prince.
He would have to ride most of the night to get there before the royal entourage did, so he began shoveling the food in front of him into his mouth while planning his next move.
They would most likely stay in the small mining town at the opening of the pass for tonight. If he rushed, he could end this at the Griff-Inn, but if they found the Prince dead before morning, they would immediately head back to Drenad, and Nash didn’t want that. “I’ll kill him in the pass,” he thought to himself as he finished his meal. Nash retrieved his mount and trotted off at a pace the horse could maintain until morning. He used his power to freeze time intermittently while he rode. It was an easy way to make up time for his meal.
It was nearing midnight when Nash entered Bogmor. The Jasmine flowers were open, and their sweet scent hung in the air. Nash attempted to use his power to clear the pass, but nothing happened. “Again?!” he said to himself. “I wonder, could it be the scent of jasmine that is causing my issues?” he said, thinking about the scent around him. “It certainly warrants investigation,” he concluded. Sometime after Bogmor, Nash used his ability again, and it worked as it should.
The moon was high in the sky, and the horizon to the east was brightening as Nash entered the Trinity Pass. He dismounted and lead his horse into the pass. The ten-mile stretch through the mountains had a few wide spots. He would camp out at one of them and wait for the royal procession to pass. When they did, he would strike and then move on to Drenad castle to complete his mission. If he was lucky, they wouldn’t even notice the Prince’s demise for several hours.
He stopped at the first widened area and started a campfire. He made coffee and some soup with dried ingredients he had. He was still sipping his soup as the royal carriage rounded the corner. The guards eyed him suspiciously as he sat there, but they did not engage him.
As the carriage passed in front of him, Nash acted. He froze time, set his soup down and let himself into the carriage. The prince was leaning up against the side, looking out the window. If his eyes had been closed, you would think he was asleep. Nash pulled his dagger free and plunged it into the Prince’s forehead. Nash pulled the Prince’s eye-lids closed with his fingertips and exited the carriage. He closed the door and resumed his position on the ground, eating his soup before he released his grip on time, and everything began moving again.
He continued to eat his soup as all the guards passed and eyeballed him like he was a criminal. The nerve of them making assumptions. Nash laughed when they were gone. He quickly extinguished the fire and mounted his horse to ride to Drenad.
He wondered if it was necessary to kill the second prince. “Should I do it?” he asked himself. “It seems so unnecessary.”