He turned then, purpose and intent singing through him. He stopped short of the large mahogany cabinet holding his collection of daggers and swords.
His name, Espada, was one he'd earned in combat battling against corrupt soldiers and enemies of his father's house. He liked it. He liked the sound it made on the tongue, and the fear it brought when anyone spoke it.
He opened the cabinet and selected a short pin knife; not too big, just the right size for what he had in mind. He returned to the bed and lifted the blade for his beloved's inspection.
Her eyes widened in her beautiful face, and he tipped his lip up in a lop-sided grin.
"What's that for?" Her voice quivered but she jutted her chin, the poor little love trying to look stronger than she really was.
He sat down beside her again and placed the dagger at her side; where she could still see it but couldn't get to it.