As I said in the previous chapter. Short. But important.
And yes, I'm sorry I'm shouting for reviews. It's not that I'm proud. Just... okay, yes, I'm proud, but that's not why I want reviews. I want to know what you guys like about the story for future stories. Thanks! ;-)
The stars shone like tiny diamonds in the black sky and in the midst of them their pearl moon glowed. The heavenly lights reflected in the river as it lazily flowed down the mountains and separated into the many canals that had been traced for it by the hands of men. The palace, still bearing the marks of attack, rose out of the ground, yet determined to protect the palace and the king that dwelt inside of it.
No walls could protect from the stealth of one like her. No walls or guards would dream that she was already inside the palace and had been inside it for many years; her whole life. The crown prince turned over beneath his thick blankets as her thick cloak dragged across the tiled floor. Her husband murmured something in his sleep as his hands deftly patted the empty place beside him where blankets bunched instead of her body. One of her thin, white hands dropped to her belt and grasped the handle of the knife. The king snored gently, the wineglass beside him tipped over on its side and the ants drinking the sticky liquid that had spilled. She softly opened the wooden door that could not protect him from her hatred.
The guards slept the sleep of the drugged and never heard the muffled scrape as the door closed again, behind the black coat of the bringer of death. She slid the knife from its sheath, the blade scraping silently across the leather belt. The slippered feet trod quietly over the floor and she stood beside Robin's bed, taking in his calm face and mouth; slightly agape. The innocent look was not seen by her beady brown eyes. All she saw was the blood of those he had killed including those she had held most dear; her brother. She could only see the bright red liquid, thicker than wine, that had dripped from the throat of her closest friend, Rosalina, who had been so brave to refuse that 'irresistible' offer of marriage and had paid the highest price for her answer. And now he would pay the highest price for his cruelty to both of them.
Sometimes I like no dialog. Sometimes I don't. It worked for this chapter.