Silver Drabble

She gave her loot to the starving children, and had nothing to eat herself yet. So what? She grumbled at His Lordship’s disdain of her haggard appearance in the interview earlier.

Sneaking from shadow to shadow in the square, she remembered she hadn’t told him about the children—he hadn’t asked, wouldn’t have cared, just assumed that lack of wealth meant the job was beyond her.

She’d show him.

She snuck into the palace, into his chambers, and without a sound slashed his throat and looted his coffers before the guard changed at false dawn.

The children would eat well.