In the corridors of Liban's main palace, shadows moved swiftly between the massive pillars. Laila and her men, veiled in dark cloth, approached the royal chamber via a pre-arranged route. Attempting to assassinate the royal family should have been no easy feat, even for them. But with the help of an insider, no one would know they were there until they reached their destination.
When they arrived, King Liban—who had been informed of Cecilia's plan beforehand through Aram—was standing at the door of the king and queen's chamber. His eyes were dark, and his expression was unreadable. He said nothing when Laila arrived. But with a nod, he allowed Laila to begin their plan.
That was enough.
Without hesitation, Laila pretended to plunge her dagger into the king's shoulder, wounding him badly enough that King Liban staggered and crashed into an expensive urn near him.
CRASH!
