The Red Assassin, red because of the blood on her hands, squints one eye. The King continues to talk to his officials, oblivious to the fact that he was being targeted, oblivious to the fact that he would never kiss the heads of his sons again. Her finger shakes on the trigger- this job was becoming a pain. She hated tearing families apart, but she had to do what she had to do if she wanted her family to stay together, it was a small price to pay.

     One of the official ladies screams, blood splattering on her dress. The guards run over, shouting commands to one another. 

     The king is dead, the king is dead, the king is dead.

     The Queen kneels over her dead husband, sobbing into his chest. A red halo has started to form around his head.

     The king is dead, the king is dead, the king is dead.

     Antero, the king's sorcerer, walks over to the devastated queen and the dead king. His staff makes a thud on the ground with each step.

     “An Assassin,” he says, eyeing the hole in his temple from where the bullet had entered. The girl watches from her hiding spot up high, watching as the dwarfs take away the king, and smiles.

     The job was done.