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.
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