Regret
Watching as his King had leapt into the boiling tub of water, the seneschal could not help but flinch. It was a horrifying sight, yes, but as soon as the shrieks calmed down, anger took over his mind. How could she? His own wife? With the King of all people? Grasping her by the head, he brought her down to the water, drowning and boiling her alive. A splash of water touched his skin and he yelped in pain, loosening his grip. But by the time she was free from his hold, it was far too late. Anger consumed him as he glared down at her body, holding himself a sadistic grin. How dare she cheat on him! This was her fault... she deserved this... right?
As he stared down at his wife; what remained of her, his anger replaced itself with regret. Why? Why had he done this? What kind of internal beast allowed itself to come out of hiding from within him? His lips parted, as if to say something, but he was cut off by the sound of loud footsteps coming towards him; quickly. Panic set itself in as he glanced to the doorway then quickly back to the tub. Sweat tripped down his forehead as he took a deep gulp. “I am sorry, my beloved...”
By the time the guards would arrive, there would not be one corpse in the tub, not two, but three.














