I release my grip on my sword, my hands trembling with rage, but relief swiftly eases my muscles. The king is gone. I'll likely be executed for it, but at least I know I died serving my kingdom, and not the power hungry antics of a tyrant. The blade stays buried in the back of his throne, the feast suddenly silent. No one moved to stop me. No one said a word. Just watched as the tyrant took his last breath. My gaze falls to his face, my voice quiet. I hope your god is more forgiving than I.
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