Gwennith stood with her hands behind her back as she watched Groach take a chair from her dressing table and wedged it against the door.
“We don’t want any surprise guests do we, my love,” Groach said as he steadily closed the distance between him and the Princess. Gwennith back peddled until she was stopped by the balcony door. Groach methodically closed the distance.
“I think it is time for a little taming, my love.”
“I am not your love,” she yelled through gritted teeth.
“Yes, plenty of taming to do,” he said as he stopped inches away from her.
She could smell the wine on his breath as he lustfully looked her up and down. Without warning, his hands grabbed her long red curls just behind her ears. He jerked her head back. She stared into his eyes with contempt. He pulled harder. She showed no pain in her face. Her stare never blinked.
He kicked her shin and she fell to her knees. Her stare never left his eyes. He grabbed the curls on the back of her head tightly with his left hand then released his right. Her stare never blinked.
“Now my love,” he said as his right hand began unbuttoning his trousers. “It is time you learned who is your master.”
“I am not your love,” she said low and slow through gritted teeth. Her stare never blinked. “And you will never be my master.”
Just as she finished her words her hands came from behind her back and sunk two assassin’s daggers to the hilt into his crotch. She watched as his eyes rolled back. Her stare never blinked.
He had just started to let out a painful yell when the daggers were thrust into his throat just under his chin. He staggered backwards for a moment then fell forward driving the points of the daggers through the back of his neck.
With an unknown strength Gwennith pulled on Groach’s right arm until he was on his back. She saw the pool of blood seeping out of his groin and saw tiny bubbles coming out of the blood from his throat. She straddled his body and started to remove the daggers when his eyes opened. His hands grabbed the back of her knees. She let out a shriek. She fell backwards. Her rear end landed heavy on his waist.
He stared at her with disbelief in his eyes. Gwennith stared back at him as she lifted her arms high over her head and drove the daggers to the hilts into his chest. She watched death steal his sight. Her stare never blinked.
She sat on top of Lord Groach long enough to blink and let the stare turn into sight.
She sprung from his body and ran for the door. She tossed the chair mightily aside and threw open the door.
“Twi…,” she started to yell but then saw her trusted friend just outside the door. “I killed him Twilas,” her eyes welling with tears. “I killed him.”
Twilas hugged the now sobbing Princess as hard as she could. She could feel the moisture on her left shoulder from the tears. She lovingly patted the Princess on the back.
“Come now, we must get out of the doorway,” she calmly told the Princess.
Gwennith slowly stood up and wiped the tears from her eyes.
“Yes, yes you are right,” the Princess said between gasps of air.
Twilas guided the Princess into the bedroom. With a quickness that Gwennith had never seen from her friend, Twilas slammed the door shut and wedged the chair back against the door.
“Now, let’s see what you have done.”