|"Some other you"|
Saikhan bowed his head deferentially as he entered her Royal Majesty’s throne room, his hands clasped together behind his back, hidden beneath the long, thick sleeves of his uniform. He usually hated the thick, near suffocating folds of fabric, but for today…
His fingers tightened around the metal bracelet twined around his wrist, heavy and thick and not something he would wear on a regular basis. He exhaled, and then bit the inside of his cheek as the metal shifted back to its original shape and the sharp edges nipped his flesh. He gripped the hilt of the dagger and twisted it again, so the flat of the blade was pressed up against the inside of his wrist.
He had spent years trying to get this close, and finally… Today was the day.
Today was the day that Queen Hou-Ting died, and so did her whole damned empire.