MIRIAM

I walk of the palace with no one to stop me. I am walking out the market, heading for the gates when the guard I had tip stood in the way.

“There was no murder.” He sounds and looks displeased.

“Well it doesn’t matter now, there was and there’ll be if you keeping in my way like that/” I warn him and he narrowed his eyes.

“Who are you?” He asks me with his hand on his sword. For an answer my sword when in and out of his chest. He fell down but people were too busy to notice. I am almost the gate, when I heard the...