The Tales of Three

A tale of three countries led by three regents on the island of Egarillion.

"Cedric, it is me. I need you to understand that it's not personal." Leilatha whispered as calmly as possible into his ear. The king rolled over to once again face the queen, he squinted his tired eyes trying to make out her dark silhouette.
"Do you understand?" she repeated. "Yes, yes, now let me sleep" he mumbled sleepily but couldn't finish the sentence, his eyes widened as he realised what had been done. Leilatha had plunged his silver hunting dagger right through his throat. He tried to scream as he felt his soul drift away from his mortal body but only air and blood seeped out of the wound. He raised his arm in a final attempt to hit her, kill her, make her hurt in any way, but only a second after it was raised it fell to the blood stained mattress with a quiet thud. The king had been slain.