Beautiful as a star-strewn sky, she strode through the room on stiletto heels. They chimed as they struck the tiled floor. Light streamed in from outside, shining through the elaborate wooden patterns and onto the chocolate-colored tiles.
Across the room she saw him: handsome, bald, wearing a grey suit. He nodded to her. They both knew what was to come.
Without a word, he bent down to her shoes. His fingers moved to the stiletto heel, feeling the sharp edge. The knife slipped free into his hand, then vanished up his sleeve. She took the other, concealing it in silver folds.
“No turning back now,” he said.
She nodded. “No turning back.”
Back towards the distant sounds of the party he went. He’d make sure the guards remained distracted.
She crept up the stairs. If all went according to plan, the viceroy wouldn’t live to see the sunset.
Word Count: 148
This is my entry for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and to BarbCT/Knotholes and Textures for the photo prompt!