Yamish fidgeted with his mask as he crawled into the Duke’s bedchambers, slipping past armed guards. He stifled a laugh.
The Duke stirred amid his silk blankets. Yamish paused at the side of the bed, waiting for him to still. The urge to keep him stilled made Yamish’s hands twitch.
Yamish drew his dagger, Lullaby, from her sheath. She hummed a melody to him. The song came louder than usual. The Duke opened one eye and stared.
Lullaby went silent. Then she started to sing. Beautiful words poured out from her silver blade, calm and peaceful.
Yamish finished his job.