The Treacherous Knight
Sir Willard Shore was getting drunk at a good pace. By the end of the feast he'd sleep like a bear in Frostfall, no matter how much blood will spill. He looked around at his soon-to-be victims; Lord Skyhold was Willard's best Horror story. He might have given him his knighthood and this small estate, but he took his money, his land and, so some say (including Willard), his wife. He even had the audacity to ask Willard to hold this feast in his honor. Why did he ever take anything from that grey skinned skeever! "We need it for the new barracks." He says. Bah! That fool could have cut the fat off Sir Monkton's land but no! It had to be Shore. Stupid, reliable, ignorant Shore. Willard hated his name. It reminded him of his traitor mother and his mad father. After the scrounger Lord and his family was dead, he'd make sure to change his name after he claimed the Skyhold household. But not before he took Lord Malcus's Daughter to bed. He needed an heir after all, and with the skyhold's gone, there'd be other vying for the spot as Lord, and assassins won't be uncommon.
Looking past the entire Skyhold rabble, Willard saw The Reapers standing and stirring his wine at the back of the crowded hall. No one knew where The Reaper learned his bow skills, only that he was the best archer in Skyrim, and probably Tamriel. He was a man masked in mystery, but everyone knew what he did. The man hunted evil and the wicked, simply to stop it. He took no money, nor raid the corpses of his victims. He only took the life of those who had done horrible things and never repented. People even say he took the life of the bandit king Doltun. Willard looked at him and broke out in a cold sweat. He was being idiotic. The Reaper wasn't immortal. The mercenaries would slit his throat like the rest of them. The killer of the wicked looked up at Willard and Willard looked away. It was time. Willard winked at the mercenaries leader. He saw him approach the Lord, then Willard took a drink out of his massive chalice. He didn't stop drinking 'till he heard the screams end. When he looked up he saw all of the Skyholds and their friends dead on the floor and the mercenary leader looking rather pleased. Willard dared to look at the back of the hall. He saw a dead throatcut lying next to The Reaper. Seeing the speed the archer shot all 12 of the hired swords would be the most amazing thing Willard would see in his life.
As the last man fell The Reaper sighed.
"If you hadn't looked at me, you would've gotten away with this. The traitor always tries to find a way around his opponent."
Willard stared at the man silently.
"Sir Willard Shore," The Reaper began, "I sentence you to death for the slaughter of the Skyhold family and the act of treason, how do you plead?"
"Guilty as a wolf who's killed his prey" said Willard, noticing he was the only person alive in the room apart from the man who was about to execute him
"a wolf does not hide behind a tree while dogs do the dirty work," scowled The Reaper "in any case, do you have any final words?"
"I should have won…"
"No, you would have."
As the arrow pierced his heart and Willard took his last breath, he heard a retched voice whisper "justice is done."