I struck him through, and he breathed his last. My lord was pleased, and he stepped forward to speak praise. Mere moments after, he gave the order for me to end my own life. I was startled. I knew not the reason, but I turned my sword inwards. 'My lord?' The faltering words escaped as I tried to gather my courage.
'Not even you, my faithful servant, can know of what has been spoken here today.' The words stung and assured me, coming from the one who truly held my life. I knew he was mad. I closed my eyes, and became ready, when a sudden clattering sound caused me to swing my weapon forward to protect my king. As my eyes flew open he stepped forward in surprise, onto the blade. He fell upon me, and I knelt to bring him to the floor gently. He breathed his last. I looked up, trying to find the source of what had caused my masters death, and she decended.
Stray hairs of wooden brown splayed upon her face, the rest tied neatly behind her head, as she fell from the rafters, ripping our king