Why'd you do it?

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by AKCALBM

by AKCALBM

She kneeled on the cold marble of the throne room, the tip of my sword beneath her chin, a small rivulet of blood running down from the hole I was piercing into her.

"Why'd you do it?" My voice sounded pathetic. I wonder if the nobles in the room could hear the tremor in my voice.

Their blood stained her hands and the tips of her straggly golden hair. It mixed with her sweat, blood drying amongst the sewage cloaking her skin.

"Please," I needed to know. "Why did you do it? Why did you kill them?"

She smiled a savage grin.

"Why not?"