The moon shone brightly as a shadow moved in the dark. Leaves crunched under the shadow's feet, and it's hand held two sharp daggers that glowed in the moonlight. "Where is he?" The shadow whispered, shaking its head and tapping it's foot impatiently. "I am right here, Inga." Said a raspy voice in the shadows. "Eek! You don't havta scare me like that! You're going to give me a heart attack!" "INGA. BE. QUIET." You do remember why we're here, right?" "Yes, I do for your information, MARKUS." Inga said. "We're here to assasinate the queen! But even I have to admit, this isn't a very solid plan, Markus. She has a daughter, if you didn't know." "Idiot, of course I knew that!" Markus said. "Once the queen dies, our plan will be very simple. The girl does not become queen until she is of age, correct?" "Er, yes?"  "I have a son, correct?" "Yes, go on.." "I will set them up on a, dare say date, she falls in love with him, I convince him to propose, they get married, and I shall rule through my son! It's foolproof! Win-win for everyone!!! Hahaha!!!!" 

Inga, not very sure this plan would work, did not argue, because when they were very young he would always be right. She secretly looked up to her brother more than she would admit, so she stayed quiet. "Alright older brother, alright."