Her eyes flung open, darting in every direction as her head spun. The cacophony of the fanfare trumpets echo through the cold grandiose hallway, her eyes darting right to left, left to right.The crown weighed heavy on her head.The meeting was tonight, and she had lots to do.She signed, adjusting her leg and crossing it over; lips pursed into a thin line of amusement. Tonight would be the night.A sacrifice would be made. Adorned in robes and the crown that weighed heavy on her head sparkled back in the moonlight, she raised the blade with a small smile, plunging it down below.