"It is done." Said a hooded figure.
"Good, now kill the boy…"
Katarina, a palace slave, tossed and turned on her mat.
A man with a knife stood inches away from the young sleeping Prince Diamonder.
Sweat dripped down her face. Her breath drew short.
A shrilling scream filled the air. "Their Majesties are dead!" came a terrified cry.
Katarina jerked up. It can't be. She thought to herself, as the palace went into an uproar. How could I have known? She shook her head and began to lie back down. The Prince! She jumped to her feet. If the rest was true, then… then… he's next!