San Pablo De Bernidard leaned against the wall, goblet in hand, and grinned slyly. This ball, put on by the King, was supposed to be the beginning of a grand time for the kingdom. It was a celebration of the announcment of the marriage of the King's daughter, Princess Margarite. Little did the King, or the Princess, know that it was to be the last Royal Ball.
San Pablo took a sip and nodded to a guard by the far door. It was time. They were in position, everything was ready.
As the Duke of Bordeau walked by him, San Pablo quickly sunk a dagger into his throat, signalling the rest of his men to action.
It was Revolution. |