"So, what you are saying is that we need to get rid of the King?" inquired Duke Zular in his lazy voice, leaning back languidly on his ornate overstuffed couch. "I really must say I agree with you. I don't know if you've noticed, but he seems to have been going a bit mad lately." The handsome, high-cheekboned young noble picked a piece of lint off the ruffled cuff of his elegant flowing silk shirt. "I agree with the Duke," said Lord Sarlo, nodding his iron-grey head sagely. "The King has been wandering the corridors at night, crying out and saying strange things. We have been getting worried about him. But KILLING--I don't know if we quite need to go to that step." "Let's put it this way," whispered Lord Fred, the only person in the kingdom who had such a boring name, "If the King is dead...you all move up in rank...Heck, one of YOU might even become King afterwards! I don't want the throne; I'm much more comfortable adventuring than staying indoors all the time." They all looked at each other. "But how are we to get past his personal guards, his tasters, his--" began Lady Constance. Duke Zular smiled wickedly. "Leave that to me..."
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