Morielle knew her plan was on the verge of collapsing. Again! Her mind, which had at least two sides, was reeling. It was annoying her.
But this is the perfect moment! I have to do what I came here for!
She looked at King Raithen, and she turned sideways to walk toward the flowers that were almost waist high. Pretending to smell the sweet scent of the flowers, she bent down while her hand slowly creeped down to lift the hem of her robe, so that she could reach for the dagger that was secured in her right boot.
Raithen came up to her and smiled. “You look like you belong here, like a perfect painting,” he murmured and reached a hand to her to cup her smooth cheek.
Morielle smiled at him diabolically. Suddenly, she plunged the dagger right into his chest. His eyes bulged, and he grunte
