Complications of a lover boy

"And you talked enough too, you dumb fatass bitch," Jolthar said calmly, walking towards Baron.

Eran's expression changed when he watched Jolthar. Maena's lips curled into a smile.

"You wouldn't dare," Baron said, his voice faltering.

The whisper of steel filled the air as Jolthar's blade cleared its scabbard. "I wouldn't? I think you'll find I can. And I will." His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "For the children in your mines."

The sword moved like lightning, its arc perfect and precise. Baron's eyes widened in shock as the blade opened a shallow cut across his chest – deep enough to kill.

For a moment, he stood frozen, mouth agape in a silent scream, before crumpling to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut. The smell of blood filled the air.

Then, stillness. The mighty Baron, who had terrorised so many, lay dead at their feet.