I sigh audibly as I push my boot into this kneeling man's chest and pull out my dagger. Another assassin comes at me and I slide onto my knees and slash him on the legs, enough to make him fall. I aim at his jugular and he clutches it as blood spews out of him like a fountain. I jump back to avoid getting any more blood on my dress. "Damn it, this is my favorite dress." If only people didn't bleed so much, I wouldn't have to buy so many new dresses. I then wipe the dagger onto the sleeve of a dead assassin and look down at the bloodied hall. There must have been 7 or 8 of them.

"I heard noises and a scuttle down the hall! Stay behind me King Athalar, there might be danger." Here comes the cavalry, too little to late. I sheath my dagger into my boot and back myself into a corner then I pretend to look timid and scared.

At least 7 knights rush towards the hall and they pause. Clearly baffled at the massacre before them. They find me huddled in a corner with my best 'I'm frightened' face. "Queen Cass? What are you doing here? Are you all right? Do you know who killed them?" One of King Athalar's puppet men ask me. "I--I'm not injured. The-- The knight t--took off and f--fled. H--he killed all these p--people." I try and stammer. I cover my face and feign distress. "There's no need to be frightened. I think they're all dead. Why don't you come over here so we can protect you and send you back to your quarters? You and the king will be safe there, I promise." He extends his hand toward me and I take it, trying to...