We planned it perfectly.
We knew about his schedule. He was a man of habit and never swayed from his plans. That made it easy for us to hatch the plot. The servants were easy enough to get rid off. A coin here, a holiday there, and they weren’t going to cause any problems. His bodyguards were an issue, but wine and women had taken care of them.
On the planned date, he was all alone during his walk. The senile statesman did not even notice his solitude until our knives pierced him.
His reign was finally at an end…
Word Count: 100
Friday Fictioneers April 12 2019
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