The King's Assassination
The lock clicked and the door eased open, a cloaked assassin slipped through into the King's chamber. The king lay on his bed, asleep and unaware of the intruder. The assassin carefully crept over to the bed. The knife rasped coldly as he slid it out of the sheath belted at the kings side. The moonlight glinted off of the naked blade. A floorboard creaked, the assassin froze, eyes searching, when he saw the shadowed figure in the corner he smiled. Then plunged the knife into the king's heart, the king jerked once then fell still. The assassin heard a hastily stifled gasp from the corner as he took the dead man's hand clasping it around the knife handle as the king died, hand tightening into a death grip.
The assassin addressed the figure in the corner. “His madness would have destroyed the kingdom and brought it to war, clearly you recognized this to some extent or you would have tried to stop me.” The assassin turned to the door, he had his hand on the handle when he heard the hiss of flying metal, he stepped to the side and the thrown dagger impaled the door instead of his back. The assassin glanced at the quivering dagger. “Ah, so you were going to do it yourself then” The assassin left as quietly as he had come, shutting the door behind him. Only then did the figure step out of the shadows and collected his blade. It was the Prince who said quietly. “If you can kill one king you can just as easily kill the next, no matter what reasons you had.” The prince stepped out the door. The guards were in a drugged stupor, as were all the guards in the kings quarters. The assassin had made it very effectively look as if the king had killed himself. Yet he left the only witness alive. Why?
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