[ WP ] You step into the throne room with weapon at the ready . The king eyes you with disdain as you draw near . He knows the end is near . His voice is solemn yet sad as his only words split the cold silence like a knife through the air , `` Why ? ''

He had no idea what it was like. He would n't understand if I tried to explain. It simply had to be done. 
 He'd known for a while. He'd tried to fight the plot but I had outmanoeuvred him one time too many. A lot of good men had died for this. I did regret that. 
 
 But it had to be done. I steeled myself. The sword was short, its design artful. Paid with the King's gold. The gold he'd paid me to protect him from people like me. The irony made my stomach churn. My left hand was shaking, the right steady. 
 
 I decided I'd answer. I owed him at least an explanation. 
 `` I'm bored,'' I said, knowing this could n't possibly convey the agony my mind put me in. 
 Extracting his guts gave me a brief respite. The coming war would give me another.
