An excerpt from mine and Jay's unfinished novel,
'Of Castle and Cloak', titled

'Prince Dies'

She looked him in the eyes one last time, laughed coldy.
One slender arm reached up to her quiver, a cold arrow was drawn out.
"I'd hoped never to have to use this one, but, oh well." She shrugged.
She placed the arrow in its notch, drew back and fired, straight into his heart.
"Goodbye my prince."
The prince fell, blood flowing from his dark robes.
With his last breath, he pulled the fatal arrow from his chest.
It was not a regular arrow tip, but a thorn from a blood red rose.