Red. So many shades of red. The rich color surrounds me as I pull my sword out his chest. I look emotionless into his dying eyes and light from the quarter moon reflects off my long blade.
'How many times...'
With a sigh I sheath my sword, another job done. I slowly make my way to the local town from the bay to look for an inn tonight. The soft padding of my bare feet on the road is the only sound in the inky black night. I sigh again, becoming drowsy.
Better hurry before pass out.
The soft glow of candlelight caught my eye and I walk in that direction. The reception lady was nice and she gave me a room for free, even though I had money. Turning the key to my room a yawn slipped pass my lips. I set my sword down and striped down to my shirt and underwear. I sat on the bed, pulling my knees up to my chest.
My fever got worse. I closed my eyes and sighed once more.
"Your sick."
A deep voice rang out in the deafening silence.I opened my eyes to see a blonde man with a dark fluffy coat standing by the moonlit window.
"No shit Rocinante." I mumbled looking at him. He smiled and walked over to the bed. The man sat on the mattress and gingerly touched my forehead. A slight frown appeared on his face. "You need to rest, and don't worry I'll be here when you wake up." I gave a swift nod and fell back on the pillows.
"Promise?" I said, my eyelids drooping. He chuckled and kissed my cheek. "Yeah, I promise Monique."