TADASHI —
Red liquid began to pool at his feet, eyes gazed downward as the silver dagger was pressed to another's throat.
"May The Stranger guide you..." It was the last thing the man would hear and the last thing Tadashi would say to him, as if he had spoken to him before. It didn't matter. The job was done -- almost. As the body went limp, it began to slowly slide down the wall it was previously pinned against. He had caught the man in some random alleyway, which meant he wouldn't need to sneak out of anybody's home or bedroom. A low crunch sound came from the snug area as the now dead man's body hit the good few inches of snow below them. He knelt down, pressing one knee into the cold surface as he cleaned his daggers blade on the victim's tunic. His gaze soon lifted, eyes now meeting the corpses. Expression unchanging. After all, this wasn't the first time Tadashi had killed a man.
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The following morning wasn't an easy one, running on about four hours of sleep. Dragging himself out of bed, he shivered slightly as the balls of his feet hit the cold wooden floor below him. Unlike some of the other Small Council members, Tadashi wasn't living in the Red Keep. He was a bastard with no lordship and only obtained his Small Council role through his now deceased father -- though of course, knowing the King for such a long time helped him stay in the role as well. It wasn't everyday a Bastard held an important role, but Tadashi did.
After slipping away from his sheets, he stood, stretching before taking any more steps. Last night was an easy job. He was instructed by a Lord to kill his own son. Reason, completely unknown. Tadashi wouldn't bother to ask, he just cared about being paid. Knowing word of the Heir's death would get around quickly, Tadashi would lay low for the day.
Tadashi's eyes began to wander around the dimly lit room before a thought struck him.
"Shit…" He muttered to himself, just now remembering he was supposed to have a personal meeting with King Rylan last night. He secretly hoped the King would've forgotten, but it was unlikely. The bastard had a good excuse though, and with Rylan being the only other person knowing about his secret occupation, he was sure to understand.
Clearing his throat, the dark haired man quickly began to gather his things. He threw on one of his nicer tunics, a solid black one with gold linings -- the gold color representing the House he cared so little about. He shook his head, letting his hair fall naturally. He never paid much attention to it and could care less about what it looked like. The last thing he grabbed was his dagger, quickly attaching the sheath to his hip.
After getting ready for the meeting, Tadashi finally left the small house he lived in. He still resided near the Baratheon's, but didn't bother to mingle with them much. Of course he was still a part of the House, his father being the previous Lord and all, but he was a bastard, and had no official title within the house other than Knight. Once outside, Dash went over to the closest stables, grabbing the black mare he usually rode after giving her a gentle pat. Hopping on, he then began the short journey towards the Keep. He wasn't in a rush, knowing he had plenty of time before the meeting actually began. The King had a tendency to be late, so Dash wouldn't stress. He made his way through the muddied roads, glancing around at some of the common folk that lived nearby.
A good while had passed before the bastard reached the Keep. He slid off his horse, giving her a pat once again, then handing the reins to one of the many guards.
"Thank you." He nodded, then making his way up to the large solid oak doors. A guard held one open, allowing Tadashi in with a small nod of thanks as he entered. He took a minute to look around before making his way towards the back of the large hall and to the Small Council chambers.
