A little Souvenir
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It was a starless sky, allowing the moon to take centre stage.
A shame, I like stargazing. Looking for different constellations helps me pass the time.
The moon lighting up a kingdom encompassed in darkness, awaiting the dawns welcome smile.
Ziva
When did I become so poetic? Heh...
My feet remained anchored to the Palace roof while the light breeze fluttered my hair.
I observed the scene below me through the vales of sheer fabric hung from pillars. People were laughing, courtesans pouring wine and 'entertaining' the guests.
On the womans heads were delicate headdresses made with the finest gold, embossed with rubies, emeralds and sapphires.
And the bangles strewn on the mens arms were also filled with priceless jewels.
However, none of these compared to the maharaja's diamond.
It called out to me. I could see its blue shimmer through the curtains.
I cautiously slid down a little getting a closer look, imagining the diamond around my neck, or perhaps a head piece. Malik would know what to do with it.
The imported diamond had been cut into a vague heart shape attached to a silver chain. Subtle yet beautiful.
It lay on display on a mannequin neck, in plain sight.
It was mine, my reward. My little souvenir.
Farah had permitted me to make this little trip as a reward for my success on our last assignment.
I'd had my eye on that diamond since I first arrived at Farah's Estate. I'd seen pictures of it in books, it's said to harbour magical abilities.
The sound of chimes, marking midnight, danced in my ears. A widened grin appearing on my face.
The king and his friends, along with their women, left the parlour. Leaving only a few lingering servants, they won't be an issue.
They're big grins and carefree laughs clear as night. Acting like their whole country is happy and well.
This country was filled with thieves, deceiving merchants and slave traders.
It took me a minute to slide down the roof, careful not to make a sound.
I untied my sash and wrapped it round the nearest pillar, cloaked by shadow, I slid down.
Pushing myself flush against the cold stone pillar, my hand moved to my knife.
Grasping it I hid in the shadows.
The poor man didn't see me coming, I slit his throat and blood spattered everywhere.
Quick and painless..... I think.
It wasn't long before another came, and not long before she screamed.
I threw my boomerang knife, slitting her neck as well. I ran toward the mannequin, taking a moment to admire the jewel.
I secured it around my knife and sheathed it at my thigh.
Footsteps were headed this way.
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