[ WP ] You woke up one day and assassins had snuck into your house and killed you within a couple of minutes . Then you woke up again . Assassins have already snuck in .

A metal cup clatters against the stone floor, snapping me awake. Buttercup, my cat, must have knocked it over. He is usually roaming around at night. I roll my eyes, and glance at the window. The horizon is a shallow shade of blue that suggests dawn is approaching. I pause, hair standing on end, did I hear a gasp? Buttercup brushes against my leg and sleepily mews. I ’ m probably just tense. Today is my inauguration and my stylist will be here “ At the crack of dawn. ” Many prophecies have been made about the day I take the throne. I am to be one of the best prophets the kingdom has seen in decades, and as the king, my foresight will accomplish much good. It has been stated that I will expand the kingdom, amend many laws holding us back, and finally rid ourselves of the thief's guild that has plagued our land for so long. 
 
 I step out of my room to get ready for the day. Everything freezes. My stomach clenches and starts stinging, then burning with pain. I open my mouth and inhale. A hand covers my mouth, stopping my scream. I fall to my knees, the pain spreading to the rest of my body. I look down and see the razor blade in my gut, I start to fall on my face, and snap awake, panting. It was only a dream. 
 
 I ’ m up early, because of my nightmare, and I'm covered in sweat, for the same reason. I cautiously check around my door and see no one. Rolling my eyes I remind myself, it was just a dream. I get a bucket and start filling my bath with water. I always do simple tasks like this myself, thinking that paying a servant to do it will make me spoiled. I do not want to forget that as king, I will be a servant to my people, not the other way around. Targiston, a famous prophet that lived a few hundred years ago, wrote me a few tips on kingship, and I read his notes daily. One of his first was to find a job that would be done routinely by a servant, and do it myself to remind me to serve my people. 
 
 I start reviewing my speech and edit it where I feel to do so. My inauguration is tomorrow and my speech must be perfect. Receiving prophecy is more and art of asking the right questions, and sensing if the answer is yes or no. The game 20 Questions was actually invented as a way to practice this. Only three prophets have ever been recorded as having had a vision, and all for incredibly important things. Looking out the window I see it is dusk. I must have spent a long time editing my speech. My dream re-enters my mind. David, one of the knights, is outside, so I ask if we can spar for a bit to get my mind off of “ things ”. We clash swords until dusk. I thank him for going easy on me and he replies “ You're better than you give yourself credit for! ” and We part ways. Exhausted from the swordplay, I walk into my room, drop my sword on the ground, and fall asleep as my head hits the pillow. 
 
 A metal cup clatters against the stone floor. Every muscle in my body tenses. I think of buttercup, the cat I got to help with my stress. I carefully turn over to find him on the floor, next to my sword. Chills run up my spine. I slowly get up to grab my sword and hear it, a slight gasp. He knows I ’ m awake. He must be a member of the thief's guild here to save his clan. As silently as I can, I pick up my sword. Remembering the dream I jump out of my room swinging my sword to where he was. My blade hits the wall the man ’ s torso by a hair's breadth. I lunge. He jumps out of the way and slashes. My training kicking in, I jump back, into stance. The guards are climbing the stairs. The man, a panicked look on his face jumps forward, grabs my sword, cutting his hand, and stabs me with his knife. I cry out. He runs to the window, and by the way the pain is spreading I can tell the blade was poisoned. Vision fading, I fall to my back, and wake up. 
 
 I hear the cup, clattering on the floor, It chills my soul. I can tell this time is not a dream. I immediately roll out of bed using the noise of the cup to cover my bed ’ s squeak. Buttercup meows in protest to me landing on his tail. I pick up my sword silently. And prepare to fight. I pause at my door, and call out “ Guards! ” In a panicked voice. The man bolds into the room, and stabs at me. Instinctively, I raise my sword, and his razor glances off of it, deflecting the blow. I slash at him and he jumps back. The guards are almost here. I circle the man to get closer to the door. He searches for a way around my sword. I look back for a second as the guards enter the room. David, the knight I sparred with yesterday is the first one in. I look back to the man, and he has already thrown his razor at me. I jump out of the way, and David stabs the man. Relieved, I thank him, and catch my breath. We laugh, and then I ask him to accompany me as I get ready for my speech. When we get outside, I see a shadow in a nearby tree. Then the crossbow bolt goes through my lung. I fall, and wake up, to a metal cup, clattering on the floor.
