Assassin's Fate (The Fitz and the Fool, #3)

by Robin Hobb

But for a first kill, you did well.

“Da! Help me!”

“So much is lost when there is no trust. Farewell, Prince FitzChivalry Farseer.

Do not worry, Fitz. I will be her grandfather until you get home.

You would not feel so terrible if you had not loved her so recklessly. Without limits. Be proud of our cub. She fought. She killed. She stayed alive.

“The Destroyer.”

With the cub, doing my best to help her. Mostly failing.

“None for you, Fitz. My fine assassin.”

I went in, I killed, and I departed. And I took her half-eaten chicken with me. It was delicious.

Fitz. I am not a thing you can give away. We are interwoven.