Regicide
The Sunstrider sharpened his knife, after work at night. It was a short visit from Orwell, as he said had things to do early in the morning. He did not notice it, however, but he left his small pin on the floor.
Yana realized this about ten minutes after he left. "Oh, we have to go and return this to Orwell." She said. The Sunstrider shook his head after hearing this. "Yana, we have been explicitly told that we are to be punished severely beyond imagination if we were to roam the castle upstairs while it is still not our working times." The Sunstrider reminded her.
"Shush." She placed a finger on her own lips. "You do not have to be so up tight. I am going to get it done in a flash, don't worry about it." She smiled as she ran outside their room.
The Sunstrider waited for about thirty minutes, he realized that Yana still had not come back from what she called a 'quick' venture. He began to get worried for the person he treated as his little sister.