Betrayal (Part 1)

The assassin, Qu’el’velguk, looked at the map of the castle, which was sketched on a small piece of yellow parchment that had been given to him, while he waited for the king. He stood rigid behind the throne with his dagger in hand. His long, dirty, brown hair stuck out of his hood, which was pulled onto his head. He had emerald green eyes, and a long face. His face was plain but it made one think of a criminal at first glance. The thing that stood out the most was the scar down the right side of his face that stretched down his right eye, and when looking at it the mark seemed old. The cloak he wore was black but spots of brown dirt were all over the cloak. The edges were torn and it was weatherworn, but the assassin still wore it because it still served its purpose. It concealed him in the darkness of the throne room. The room was large and it showed the riches of the kingdom. Golden banners hung on the walls and a long red carpet was like a hallway in the marble floor. A large, golden, chandelier hung from the ceiling. In it were large silver candles, which the kingdom’s wizards enchanted. Tonight, however, the candles didn’t light the room as well as they were meant to. This was odd because they were always meant to light up every corner of the room, even on the darkest of nights. The spot that was the darkest was behind the throne, where Qu’el’velguk was crouched.

He remained in this position as the king entered the room, he was wearing a dark-blue cape, and he had on a white cloak. On his head was a crown encrusted by green and blue jewels, and his blonde hair stayed within the limits of the crown, two guards dressed in leather armor, died dark blue accompanied him. Along with the armor they wore capes of the same shade. The both carried pikes, but at their sides were short swords. The king walked down the carpet with grace, even though nobody except his guards and the stealthy assassin were in the large room. He made it to the throne and sat himself down slowly. Qu’el’velguk started to breathe shallowly, so the king wouldn’t hear him. As the king sat down the guards walked to the large oak doors and closed them behind them.

Qu’el’velguk’s instincts told him it was time to make his move, before any castle guests decide to have a visit with the king. He reached his hand around the throne, making as little noise as possible, at the same time he reached his knife hand around, with equal silence. He grabbed the king’s mouth with his empty hand. As he did this the king tried to yell, but the only thing that came out was a low mumble, which would never make it through the oak doors. The victim began to move around to get out of the killer’s grasp. Qu’el’velguk, tired of the feeble attempts to escape, pulled the king’s head up and backwards. This caused it to hit the golden headpiece of the throne. Now that he was stunned the assassin pushed the head to the left side, exposing the jugular vein on the right. He then pulled the blade of the knife across the exposed blood vessel. As he did this, a wave of blood burst out of the gaping wound, spilling to the ground. The king began to choke on his own blood, and he fell to the gro und holding his neck, blood spilling on his hand. He was now either going to choke to death, or, if that weren’t the case, he would die of blood loss. The assassin wiped the blood off of his dagger and pulled out a vial from a pouch tied on his waste. He put the dagger into the small sheathe that was concealed in his leather boot. He walked to the king and filled the vial with the warm, red liquid. He put on a stopper and put it back into the pouch. He quietly said to himself, "another for the collection."