Rigel Moonlight
"Take my phanda Rigel, it will keep you safe, you need to be safe or I'll die inside. Please be safe Rigel. I love you with all my heart."
She stared into his strong smiling face but she forced herself to look at the ground, she hadn't cried since she was a little girl in small little pink tights and lacy blouses and she wouldn't cry now. Not for any man. Not even for her husband. "You're much too proud Rigel. Not even a goodbye?"
She slipped into his arms and leaned against him, dripping into his warm, chiselled body. Her white hood bleached clean and drawn over her head. Giving him a last kiss before she pulled up her buff and disappeared.
She licked her lips again, the soup smelled good and she hadn't had dinner yet. The guard's reached out a ladle and poured it into Esther's mouth, some of the burning hot soup dripping onto their cheeks. Rigel had to clap a hand to her mouth to stop herself from laughing. She looked like she was being breastfed with the weird bottle they had poured water into. She glanced at the handbag like sack she carried and pulled out a pipe, a dart and a dead frog. Making sure the frog didn't touch any of the little exposed skin on her body, cutting it into quarters and jabbing the dart through the poison sac. Repeating the process until she had three darts ready. Regal. Regal among my nations. I command you. Kill. Kill. Kill. Make them suffer. And the Moon unzipped into a hideous grin. Regal. Regal among my nations. I command you. Kill Darvi Esther. She moulded her lips onto the pipe and breathed out a great whoosh of air, dart spiralling for Darvi. She smiled in delight. Her mission would soon be done.
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