Send assassins to waylay her on the road. No one would suspect.

You decided that you would have to send assassins to deal with her. Yes, that was it. Hired killers. She wouldn't suspect, and with the war so nearly over, there were many bandits about to take the blame. Vrasha was a hero, but she was also only one woman. Numbers and equipment would tell. You just had to send the right forces.

Yes, you nodded to yourself. That made sense. The last time the two of you had clashed, you had been younger, less sure of yourself. Now, you were an adult. You had led in battle, you had raised armies and brought low enemies. Your sister would not be able to stop you this time. That throne was yours by right! You wouldn't let her take it.

But who to send? That was the question, wasn't it? Your own forces could not be trusted, for she was a hero to them as well. However, there were other groups who wouldn't care about such things. You could always send one of them. That would probably work out a lot better. Yes, that was what you would do.

You took a deep breath, the crisis resolved.

"Servant." You waved one of your servants forwards. This one was a young boy, only about twelve, and clearly at awe in your presence. You basked in it for a moment, but knew you had things to do. "Contact the head of the Black Cloaks, would you? There should be a representative in town. Have him hurry here, quickly if you would not mind."

"T-the black cloaks, my lord?" The boy said. "The assassins?"

"The very same." You agreed. "They did much good work for us during the war, you know. Killed enemy generals, cut their supply lines. Why, without them, we probably wouldn't have won. They are honoured allies, I wish to reward them for their services."

The boy paled, and seemed to hesitate. You grunted in annoyance.

"Boy, you are quite safe. The Black Cloaks kill only when they are paid to do so, and I doubt you are important enough to have a bounty on your head. Now please go and fetch them for me. I will be waiting in my chambers."

"Y-yes my lord." The boy said reluctantly, you shook your head as he walked off. Truly, they were getting dumber by the day. Then again, maybe you were being too harsh. The Black Cloaks had a reputation. Once, there had been many competing groups of assassins, thieves and killers, but the Black Cloaks had assimilated or driven them out one by one. Now, across the entire kingdom, there was only one. The cloaks themselves. They were efficient and brutal, and absolutely without mercy. They'd do what you wanted, if you had the gold, no matter who you wanted killed. Rumour was, they'd killed your very own grandfather. You didn't ask them. You didn't want to know. All you knew was that you could use them. They were a tool and a weapon, and once paid, they were loyal as well.

Exactly what you needed to finally deal with your sister.