Moonshadows

As I walk towards the throne Blackhand has claimed, my hand dips into the bag at my side. I bring my arm back and whip it forward, the object rolling ahead of my steady pace to bump against the first step. He stands, descends, picks it up by the hair and laughs into the face of his daughter's severed head.

"Get someone else to do your dirty work from now on," I say as I stop directly in front of him.

He laughs again, the other hand snaking around to my bottom, but the point of the dagger I keep in my sleeve against his throat kills the laugh.

"That counts as dirty work."