#WritcoStoryPrompt43
The scandal could ring the death of his career. The naked woman in his bed lay with unseeing eyes staring at him. He stood over her with a knife in his hand and no memory of who she was or why he had killed her. His palm was slick with her blood. Not knowing what to do, he dropped the knife. His thoughts traveled as he tried to figure out why he had killed her. Her eyes were a dull lifeless brown. The sheet covered her frame from the waist down. Her once rosy lips were now drained as her body became colder. He took her palm and made it grasp the handle of the knife. He closed his hands over hers and knocked the lamp next to his bedside to the floor. Jumping into the bed, he messed it up to make the sheets wrinkled. He then, made the supplies on his desk hit the floor and he disorganized the papers. Then he cried out loudly and knelt next to the woman with a shocked look on his face. The chamberlain came in and gasped at the sight of the messed up room before settling his eyes on the two figures near the bed. Seeing the dead naked woman on the bed and the emperor looking at her in shock, he walked carefully over to them. He chose his words carefully. "What happened?"
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