"What's going on." A young boy walked out clutching a small toy as his Mother nervously looked out the window, tapping her foot.
"Go to bed, Sam." Pulling the blind she watched as the soldiers, knocked on each door of her road forcing their way in. "Richard." The woman called out and a burly man came out with tired eyes. "Take him to bed."
"Come on Sam." The man said caringly as he grabbed his son and forced him back to the room. Coming out minutes later he grabbed his wife's waist and looked out the window himself. "Looks like we won't sleep tonight."
His voice was full of worry watching as the soldier slowly made their way closer to their house. "Who would even think to kill the Emporer?"
"I know," Richard said annoyed. "But believe it or not, I'm quite scared." His grip around his wife's waist tightened as he leaned in. "You saw him. The call for blood. I still feel shivers."
