The Traitor's Reckoning

"I'm sorry I was wrong" he says. I walk over to the table and grab another dagger. When I come to stand in front of the prick I relish the pain written all over his face. I drive the second blade into his other shoulder. His screams fill the room and I don't feel an ounce of sympathy for him. "It's a little too late to admit your mistakes now. Maybe the goddess will be more forgiving than I am but