"Has your duty been accomplished, ser?" A soft, tender, yet arrogant voice reverberated throughout a petite but luxurious chamber.
The lighting was dim, the atmosphere somber, dark, and chilling as two individuals conversed in secrecy. The voice belonged to the sole, young, charming maiden in the chamber. She sat in a leather armchair, sipping green tea while gazing at the ceiling.
Standing before her was a plain-looking, middle-aged man of skinny stature, clad in light traditional kente robes woven in rainbow colors.
"Of course, young lady," the man bowed. "I arranged for the task to be carried out in a few days. Worry not, young miss, the best the kingdom has to offer was hired. Their service will be worth the price," he reassured.
"I hope so," said the maiden. "Mother mentioned how crucial this endeavor is for our plans. Failure won't be tolerated. Success will be rewarded." Her voice remained indifferent, almost cold.
"I kn-know... I know the retribution, young lady. Reason for all my efforts," the man stuttered, seemingly all too familiar with how failure was treated in the circle he belonged to.
"You ought to perform your best. You are aware of the consequences... as well as the benefits. This isn't your first private task." The woman smiled faintly, nodded, then said, "Discard."
"Yes, my lady."
Obediently, the command was heeded by the middle-aged man as he exited the room.
Left alone in the chamber, the lady sipped her tea and sank into reverie.
"Sigh…" She exhaled softly. It's a shame blood has to be shed for power to be kept. Any alternative to bloodshed is welcome... wistfully, none are effective. Humans are power-driven and selfish. Any means is acceptable as long as it guarantees survival and preservation.
"Sorry, Rel... It's just destiny. Yours was decided by my mother," she murmured to herself.
An incense stick later, the maiden sighed once more.
An hour later, she secretly exited the chamber.
Hence, silence sang in the room.