After a few moments, the assassin grew impatient. “Order your guards to attack or step aside,” he warned. “I’m a busy man and have things to attend to. The guild has made it clear to me they will work with anybody who sits upon that throne upon my departure.”
“What kind of a King would I be to allow an assassin to murder my kin?” the King hissed.
“An alive one,” the assassin retorted.