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the sky seems so grey

he felt the blood drain out of his face. what if they misunderstood?

to his left, he heard tara whisper a quiet, "what?"

the cloaked figure just laughed.

"you didn't honestly think he was loyal to you, did you?"

"he's been working with me from the beginning. it seems that your ability to spot a liar, your highness, is starting to fail you."

his eyes jumped around the room, landing on each person before swiftly moving to the next, then finally deciding to look at his shoes.

the queen seemed to just ignore the figure, instead directing her attention at the trembling man— no, boy— before her. her eyes were dark, but not cold. she understood, she knew, that the choice he had made was not something he had taken lightly.

"is that so?" she murmured, heels making soft clack, clack, clacks as she turned and took steps towards the cloaked figure.

his grin, the only thing is mask hadn't covered, faltered as she grew closer. he plastered it back on, something almost fearful in his gaze as she kept steadily moving towards him, only stopping when she was a foot away from him. she leaned in and spoke.

"it seems that it is you that miscalculated where his loyalty lies."

with a snap of her fingers, he snapped to attention. he steeled his nerves before walking to his place beside her, withdrawing his sword.

"i made the choice to help you for my family, not because i believed in the nasty things you spouted." he said before plunging his blade into the man's chest, killing him instantly.

he smiled before collapsing into a heap beside his queen, her eyes filled with concern.

killing the cloaked figure had come with a price. one that only he had known.

298 words, and not that good lsnwjwbajsw
sorry y'all, i had an idea in mind and changed it halfway through writing this. maybe i'll write it properly later oop