Broken glass and paperwork litter the floor of the queen’s study. There are bloodstains on the bookshelves and the body in the corner is well on it’s way to decomposing.
I pull the mop out of the bucket and slap it on the floor; time to get to work.
“Don’t forget to tape up the window.” The Queen appears around the corner putting in her earrings. “I don’t want a draft during the party.”
“Yes M’lady.” I nod and continue mopping the floor.
“Now!” She storms off, her heels echoing down the hall.
I drop the mop on the floor and head over to the widow, dragging the chair over and climbing on top.
“Yes M’lady, I’ll just poop a window out of my butt M’lady,” I reach for torn curtain trying to cover the window. (136 words)