The Master AssassinDarkness descended upon the Palace.The Master Assassin2 weeks ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Patrician retired for the evening. Lord Vetinari, however, did not. Nights like this awoke the Inner Assassin. Bound to a desk during the day, night allowed him to truly appreciate his city.
The Patrician was forgotten with the cast-off robe; the Assassin donned with the cloak.
His hands alighted upon a pair of wristblades, a novelty from his youth. Tales of the ancient Assassins of Klatch had once inspired him.
He’d lived that dream, realised the greater nightmare and gone on to build something better.
Raising his hood, the assassin vanished into the night.