The crown tumbled from cooling fingers and he stumbled back a step, hand covering his mouth as he dry heaved. The King, the king...had just been poisoned right in front of him!
He turned, desperately looking for an exit.
This. This wasn't good.
He couldn't be seen here, now, not when it was known that he and the King were not on good terms. Why had he even agreed to this midnight meeting?! He should have seen it was a trap and now...now he was going to be the first suspect. The first one. He could already feel the rope tightening around his neck. "I didn't want this." he mumbled desperately. "I didn't want this!"
-Inspiration from watching Miss Congeniality, the part where the crown blows up.
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