- Why?
Randolf asked.
- I'm not even the king yet, why are you planning to kill me?
He didn't answered, he just stabbed him, watched him struggle to even breath.
He stabbed him back, several times, with a dark grin in his face.
- It's not the first assassination attempt against me. I learned that pretending to be scared and wearing an armor under your clothes is very useful. I am a good actor, aren't i? After all i managed to convince you that i'm dying, didn't i?
- You son of a...
- King, i'm son of a king and you should've acted accordingly. I admire your bravery, and you're talented since you managed to kill my guards. But killing me isn't as easy
At that point, the assassin died but he continued to speak anyway.
- Now you're paying for underestimating me. Go burn in hell!
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Crowns are not for kids
FantasyAfter the death of their father, the palace basically belongs to spoiled and sad little prince, and his too diciplened, sometimes too harsh big brother; what could possibly go wrong in the palace?
