So, this is the end of the line. The king and I had been fairly good friends, right up until I tripped and fell and just so happened to fall on him with a knife. Yes, we were close, before we could even talk we were saying something or other to each other.
I never planned to accidentally stab him, but here treason is treason. Luckily for me, however, I guess the king still values something in me.
"You may choose how you will die, a last fond gesture," He commanded "then old friend, I'd like to die of old age."
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