[ WP ] The king of a kingdom has gotten too old to fight and must give the sacred sword of his kingdom to his heir . Only one problem , he has an odd obsession with archery .

With hatred in his eyes, the swordsman stared down the field, piercing the archer's leather hood with a glare to rival the queen's. The man's anger was not for the boy he faced, but the weapon in the boy's hands. He straightened his back, the ironclad warrior, and ran for the archer with speed belying his age. 
 
 Jester licked his lips in anticipation. The entire court was out here, many of them only coming to the games for the first time. The passing down of the King's Word tended to have that effect. And such an unorthodox one... 
 
 For generations, the Thornroot's Word had been that obsidian-forged blade. If Tazbin did not take it from his father, he would be breaking his Word and thus unable to become king. 
 
 So now they dueled upon an agreement. On his loss, Tazbin must give up the bow and take the blade. On his loss, King Zandus must transfer his Word from blade to bow. 
 
 `` Jester.'' Jester turned to see Highlord Henry Jopkins. `` Who do you figure to be victorious?'' 
 
 Jester turned back to the game. As a servant, he had no title and no name, other than the shameful one he was assigned upon being clumsy one too many times. 
 
 `` Tazbin.'' He said. 
 
 He heard a gasp sound behind him. He smiled. Leaving out a title for one as high as the prince was grounds for a whipping at the minimum. 
 
 `` The boy's bow will not harm steel. Not to mention his father is nearly upon him!'' 
 
 `` Indeed.'' Jester said. As the king reached his son, he slowed and then fell to his knees. The crowd went quiet. The boy did as well, bow lowered. 
 
 `` What in the name of the gods?'' Henry's voice whispered. 
 
 `` Oh, I poisoned him.'' Jester said. Another gasp came. He smiled once more. `` His son will be the victor, but rumors will always precede him of him poisoning his father to take the throne with a new Word, a new symbol of his power. Even after I am tried and hanged. Rumor will always last.'' 
 
 `` B-But...'' Henry stammered. `` Why? He gave you so much as a servant!'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' Jester agreed. `` But he took my Name. And my Name was my Word. Now I am wordless. A murderer. A kingkiller.''
