2/12/22 To Kill a King

 To Kill a King

To kill a King is not an easy task, he is constantly surrounded by loyal guards, nobility and servants all the like. 

Fortune however has smiled upon me. My looks have never been much, but to accomplish my goal they are perfect. My dusty brown hair and chiseled jaw, complemented by deep brown eyes, perfectly match the king’s most trusted advisor. 

Often while strolling through the village I have been mistaken for the king’s advisor. After multiple, pointless taxes, I decided to put my fortunate looks to use. I have never had desires of murder but a peasant such as myself can only take so much. 

The King may be practically untouchable but the same cannot be said for his advisor. Guarded he is, but not nearly as much as the King himself. A servant could easily slip in and take his life if they were quick and careful enough, especially if someone were there to immediately replace him, throwing all off the trail of his death.

After replacing the advisor it would be so easy for me to smoothly kill the King. Having a private audience with him almost every day simply invites his death. His guard is down, alone with a man he trusts with his life. A small knife and a precise slit and he is gone. 

Leaving with a dead King on the floor is much trickier than all the steps before. No one is there to replace the King, everyone is aware who the King met with and would be looking for him instantly upon learning of their King’s death.

I would have to casually leave the room as if I hadn’t just murdered a monarch. Slip away to an empty hall and run, run for my life back to my village. The guards, thinking it was the advisor, would go straight to his chambers, only to find his dead body. The natural assumption would be that he took his own life, consumed by guilt of killing his long time friend. 

How do I know all this? Because it has already been done. Here I sit in my small wooden home, as the realm falls into chaos.


The End

2/12/22

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