Warm Blood trickled down the silvery blade and soaked into the fine navy blue carpet.
With a merciless gaze, Vasilias looked down at the dead body. His eyes had a reflection of a predator that could swallow its prey with a blink of an eye.
“Take this filth away.” He spat those words and turned around to pick up a handkerchief from over the golden tray. These were a token of love from his marriage candidates, delivered to him this morning. He wrapped the handkerchief around the top of the blade and smoothly slid it towards the edge to clear the blood off his sword. The white silk handkerchief was now tainted red. He tossed it over the dead body before the guards lifted the body and walked out of the room. The blood from the body dropped on the floor making the room smell like rust. Vasi
