This was every lady's nightmare in the Hellish court of King Henry. Once the King took notice of you, it was an inevitable step towards the temporary crown and then the grave. I had seen dozens of women walk this path and now I was to be one of them.
Unable to concentrate on my needlework, I excused myself to take a walk in one of the gardens that surrounded the palace. I needed space and fresh air to collect my thoughts.
I had no idea what would happen to me now that the King had set his sights on me. We all knew the outcome, but would it be swift or would he draw it out? One thing was certain, the queen's days were now numbered and so were mine.
There was only one way to stop this demented march to the grave. King Henry had to follow his hundreds....thousands... of victims to the grave. I chewed on my thumbnail as I paced through the garden. Just thinking about trying to kill the king was enough to induce anxiety.
There was no way I or any of the rest of the courtiers could manage such a task. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I needed someone skilled in that particular line of work to accomplish such a task.
I needed an assassin.
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RomantizmWhen the King sets his eyes on you, you will do anything to save yourself. From the author of Shadows & Sinners, Angels Don't Do What He Did, and more. I do not own Helluva Boss or any of its characters. I am just a fan who likes to write.
