this morning #432.

this morning, all the armies amassing outside cast a shadow past her castle. she sprang into immediate action, rushing all around the room trying to batten down the hatches. door barred. shutters shut. secure in her high tower. praying that there wouldn’t be a breach. wondering where her guards had gone. scanning for a weapon. going through a series of deep breaths to calm the pounding pace of her heart. the fear fell from her face & then came back like lightning, accompanied by a piercing series of screams. in her haste to be safe, she’d failed to spot the thin man hiding behind the curtain with a thick dagger in his hand, sweating & ready to topple the throne.