Watching Eyes

She stood there, staring at them. They were on there knees, bowing to her, as they should be.

"Pitiful little things they are, they live in grub, mud, and pig pens for homes." She thought to her self, for she had no need to say it out loud, every one knew that's how she felt. She could hear murmurs along the crowd, whispers and words of hate and disdain about her. She was royalty, what made these pigs think that they could think anything other then loyalty and fear of her!

Then the rain came down.

A silk umbrella was put above her head, and her men carried her back to her palace steps on one of her many golden thrones. She walked up the marble stairs one at a time hoping not to slip and fall. What embarrassment it would be, they would think her less of a god, and that could not be. Once at the top, her door men opened he ten foot tall bronze doors and let her in to go dry off.

She looked out her bay window, staring at the pitiful lives bowing down to her. She was dry, warm and about to eat a delicious dinner, while the peasants stayed out side, bowing in the rain and mud.

"Lady Yoma, Lady Yoma,"cried a messenger as he came running through the hallways "the King has sent the Lora Troop to you, they are on there way, it was supposed to be unknown, but I saw them and master told me to hurry and tell you, they're almost here!" He shouted frantically.

The Lora Troop, was the Kings best army, they were fighters, strategists, assassins, and mostly spies. They went were ever the King felt was not being ruled well enough. They were considered a bad omen to most.

"GET OUT OF HERE ! Get out of here you filthy little swine! You bring mud germs, and disgust into my palace, I should have you hanged! Arguse get him out of here, I don't care how, just get this pig out of here, NOW!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

She stomped up to her room, her maids scurrying after her like a group of pidgins. Arguse took the boy to the front door and gave him a bit of money as a token of apology.

Arguse gave the bot a letter to send and almost instantaneously the boy looked at Arguse, knowing who it was for. He knew he should resist the temptation to start asking how Arguse knew the person who the envelope was addressed to, but the second he opened his mouth Arguse shushed him.

"Little words can be heard by ears of rats and mice," he said looking over his shoulder.

"She will get what is coming to her, a certain person will take care of that," the messenger thought menacingly to himself"she will get whats coming to her!"

And then the soldiers were there.