While the banquet was in full swing a few minutes earlier, no one seemed to take notice of a single woman who had been left in a dimly lit room, with blood seeping down her clothes.
Of course, while everyone was enjoying their time in the great hall, there was no way her weak cries for help could be heard over the music and laughter, nor was there hope that someone would abandon their post and come to that very chamber in the middle of the celebration.
She was left to die, with no one to hear her or know of her last.
A tear escaped her at last, not because of the dagger wound on her abdomen, but because of her foolery.
She should have known better.
He had hinted that this would be her fate eventually.
For that was the fate of every loyal follower.
To perish, for their master's secrets to be kept.
