Chapter Twenty

He finally pulled away from me, but he still had my wrists pinned to the bed. I could feel his eyes roaming over my body, undressing me, and I wanted so badly to kick him. I resisted, though. Even though he wasn’t trained in combat, he was drunk, and drunk men did stupid things. So I bided my time patiently, waiting for the right moment.

Of course, as with all moments, the right moment for me came, and then vanished. The door flew open.

“My lord!” one of the soldiers called. “The noble has requested your presence.” Fyezhia’s face darkened in rage, but he still stared only at me. He stared at me for a few seconds, and I didn’t even dare to move lest I provoke him to attacking me. He got up after several long moments and stumbled over to the soldier.

“Never do that again. You will knock before you enter my chambers, and if that ever happens again, I will have your head!” He shoved the man outside the rooms and slammed the door, turning the key the door to lock it. Then he turned back to me. I still hadn’t moved, at least not much. I had flicked my arm enough to free the knife from the restraints on my arm so that now it was inches away from my hand. I only had to move my hand a bit more for the knife to fall safely into my hand.

Fyezhia turned back to me, his face still a picture of rage. “Everyone is trying to undermine my authority. Those fools!”

I sat up, no longer caring if he got mad that I did, and got off the bed. I was mentally and physically prepared for the act I was about to commit. I walked over to him calmly and he stopped, looking curiously at me. I looked fearlessly back up at him and dropped my knife into my hand. With one fluid motion that I had practiced for days on end, I shoved my hand upward and embedded my knife in his chest. His eyes opened in surprise and he tried to grab at me, but I withdrew my knife and slashed it against his throat. He fell to his knees, blood streaming from his chest and neck and onto the floor. Pity. The stains would never come out of the rug.

((A/N: I know I should have continued on to wrap up this mess of a story, but I loved that last line far too much to write any more. Thanks for reading, if you made it this far without wanting to kill me after I killed the MCs. I’ll have another novel in November, hopefully a better one where everyone doesn’t die in the middle of the story. Or 4/5ths through.))