Benson River

The knife shakes in your hand as you breathed. Like you held your breath until your lungs throbs and Brian screams for help. The warm liquid of blood drips from your hand down the form of the handle as you stare down the man you once called a friend, even a lover at one point but maybe it wasn't a good point in time, the way he held you was like a sea full of dark emptiness that isn't empty just full of beauty that suffocates you until you drown in mistake, he was a mistake, a mistake the involved a hand, knife and a breaking point from him, too many time he touched you and too many times you cried of guilt, you ended the guilt by crying to your friend of a kingdom that swore to never help, we'll until you said you want the king dead, as Benson your husband's advisor stands there smiling as he truly wrapped a thread around your neck holding you to be judged by his eyes just like a witch being killed, he knew that you just killed a man he called "brother". But in reality..his hands didn't have to be dirty to kill him yours did all because he has hidden blood wrapping around his fingers to control his puppet, since after all he was a king dressed in a white and black cloak of an advisor for your kingdom. (you can be whatever you wont expect you have to be royalty) (Benson: 6'1...26...hard life climbing past his killings for the crown. he's good at getting people in the right spot to hit there mind, very smart and good at war and political wars)