Justice

Chapter 1

The hooded man stared at the sleeping couple with envy in his eyes. He wanted a wife just like the one the man had. Calm, peaceful, kind, and beautiful. All he had was a spiteful woman who barely loved him and had married him for some reason or another. The man wanted what this man had, a good life, a family, and a child almost born. The husband and wife had been waiting for a child that was due to come any day. The man looked down at the knife knowing it will solve everything and yet nothing. It was a gift, and yet it was also a poison. He looked around the stone room noticing the paintings of a happy family, all of them looked to be enjoying themselves. The stone floors were even covered with pelted rugs of all designs. He looked down and got ready quietly kill the wife first, not wanting her to see her husband die. He moved a pillow that had been laying next to her to cover her face and pressed down to slit her throat. It was hard to ignore the blood, with her perfectly white nightgown. The gown and the woman almost looked to perfect to ruin with the color red. The man turned to the husband and quietly moved toward him. The man slit the husband's throat the same way with the pillow. No screams of horror, no fight; just death, quick and easy. It actually had been easier than he thought. It was almost too easy.

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The storyteller ends the tale with a loud proclamation of "and everyone still doesn't know what happened to the child. Since the doctors didn't find a child in the Queen." Those who gave up hope on a lost child queen groan at the mention of the child. The story teller laughs making his belly bounce. "Oh, stop yer moanin' the story is told that way, so I'm gonna tell the story that way." The bartender chuckles and places a mug at the bar. "Here's your payment for the night Jared." The storyteller now known as Jared grunts and gets up to make his way to the bar, where he grabs the mug and chugs it. The silence that had fallen on the tavern when the story had been told quickly appears again with reverence. I tap my fingers on the wooden table that is placed near the shadows, waiting for my client. I look around the room at the men all dressed in their work clothes. There were no other women in the tavern, and the people in the tavern were only there not for the rooms but the alcohol and stories that were sometimes told. A bard now plays tho it is quiet compared to the loud talking that had been going before. Jared, the oversized storyteller, is laughing with a pair of other men. Most of the people here are farmers or blacksmiths. No one here is a soldier or anyone of importance. I continue to tap my finger in frustration. My client should have been here by now. I had what he wanted and most of the time most clients didn't take that long to get here. Then again the payment is always higher for getting an item for a noble. Not this time tho. He didn't seem to want to pay that much, and since I was running out of food I took the job even tho the low payment was a problem. I watch the people some more. It was always fun to watch these people talk and interact with one another. This far away from the kingdom people were a lot less moody, and there weren't any pickpocketers this far out. Even tho it took me a long time to get here I liked to be in safe spots. It's much easier to get clients to meet up here than where I actually lived. I had tried to once. The person that was my client never showed up. I sigh and lean back, stopping myself from tapping any longer. I get up and make my way to the bar. The meals here were horrible, but if I wanted to eat anything else, I would have to either catch it myself or wait for my client to the make my way home. Which would take a very long time. If I did that opinion, I would also be too tired to eat anyway. I keep my hood down as I walk to the bar. No one pays much attention to me. They have seen me enough to know I won't do anything. I sit on a stool at the bar and wait for the attention of the bartender. He stops his conversation and stares at me. I've never moved from my little corner and never ordered anything before. The bartender takes a minute to come over. "What would you like lad?" I watch him under my hood as he wearily looks at me. I guess I could be mistaken for a lad. At least he didn't realize I was a girl. And a young girl at that. I think of how I should ask. Use my voice and drop it an octave or just point and reveal my hand and maybe my arm? I go with the first option. "A meal." The bartender looks at my quizzically. I reply what my voice sounded like and realize it might have been too low. I mentally shrug. At least I'm getting a meal. The bartender yells something into the kitchen and comes back. "Two silvers." His accent seemed to have grown stronger. He was nervous and confused at the same time. Weird. I hand him two silvers, knowing that the meal should have only cost one. I walk back to my seat knowing the meal will come to me when it's ready. I look out the window and see a carriage. The client steps out

My client, a high-ranking noble, steps into the tavern. No one pays him much attention, there used to the many time nobles coming through the doors and end up talking to me. Noble so and so steps up up my table and sits opposite me. His dark purple tailcoat and clean brown trousers made him a sore thumb in all the bland work day cloth the commoners wore. "Do you have the gem?" His voice is very high pitch and quiet. His voice also has a nasally sound. I hold it up for his to see. He reaches for it, but I pull it away. "Money first." My tone is gravely as it should sound. I never use my real voice to anyone I talk to except my adopted sister. He grumbles something incoherent and hands over 10 gold coins. I grab them and hand the man his gem. I was betting I could have sold that gem for 40 more coins, but I always did business. I never sold anything I was told to steal and bring back. The 10 coins make their way to my coin purse, and I walk toward the door. "Wait." I turn around to see the noble walking, trying to catch up with me. He places a piece of paper into my hand and walks off. I frown. I look down and see a small piece of paper with writing on it.

Meet at the old house.

That was it. No description of what old house, not even when. I drop the note into my pocket and start my walk. Thinking to myself. First, the noble is late then he gives me a note that could be any less informational.

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