To Heal or to Kill a Sanegiyuu Story

Chapter 4

(curse warning)

Sanemi’s POV
I wake up and oh my fucking god I am still tired. I did not sleep very well at all. Over the past week me and my buddies have been plotting against the king. He is a cruel heartless bastard, he never listens to the people of his kingdom. We demand to make more housing and food more affordable.
A month ago I lost my best friend due to a break-in. The person broke into his house, demanded that he leave and never come back. He obviously fought back but got severely injured, he made it over to my small house that is on verge of breaking down. He told me everything that happened. I tried to help him because I have medical history but it was too late as he died in my arms. Masachika did not deserve this, and it would have never happened if the king would have just brought down the prices of housing. I barely got this house, it cost me a fortune. 
I understand that housing is not cheap but he raised the prices so high to where it is insane. Only to collect the money and keep it for himself and his selfish son. His son, that fucking bitch. I am furious with that guy too. He barely shows his face and when he does he just stands there and listens then nothing happens. He doesn’t care for this country because if he did he would talk to his father about the issues. He is just as selfish as his father and none of us citizens want him to be king next.
He may have a pretty face but he has an ugly soul. So me and my buddies have been plotting. We aren’t going to kill the king because then it will just be handed to his terrible son. We are going to kill his pathetic son, Giyuu Tomioka. Then the king will eventually die and it will be passed down onto someone different, maybe a cousin or something. 
All we know is that they probably will be a better king than the present one. We thought about rioting and sneaking one of us into his room and doing it that way. Yet there were many guards and at least one probably wouldn't leave his side.
So we have been stuck and trying to think of new ways. Then last night we heard that the prince is sick, so my buddies looked at me and nodded. They know I have a past medical background so the plan is I am going to pretend to be a royal doctor. Then I will pretend to heal him and help him but secretly poison him. They won’t be able to tell it’s poison because he is already sick. So his death will be blamed on that. 
It is a perfect plan and now today I am going to the palace to meet him. I have to fake care and all that bullshit, but what has to be done, has to be done. So I put on my old medical scrubs that I have kept in good care and left. I headed to the palace and met with the king. He is even uglier in person.
He told me to do my job right and do it quickly. I explained that it may be harder than that. He scoffed and told me where the prince's room is located. He seems mad that his son is sick, well at least he is a good father. I walk to the prince’s room and open the door. The room is fancy just like the rest of the palace, a sickly smell fills the room. I walk over to him and look him up and down. He looks so easy to kill, this is going to be a piece of cake.