Is there anything else I can do for you my liege? She asked as she bore into her chest with a scimitar piercing and then expelling her bloodied heart on to the floor. “Yes, your Highness,” the king responded insolently, “have the servants get the mop. You have spilt your blood on my boots.”
Month: March 2019
The Third Floor
Samuel walked up the backstair cases as quickly as he could without losing his breath. His office was on the eighth floor and as a rule of practice, Samuel tried to take the stairs at least three days a week. It sucked, but it made up for the late night delivery he and the rest…