“Bring that idiot in,” the King grumbled.

The king’s royal jester giggled and tap danced. “Oh this is getting good,” he laughed.

“He’s being tortured at the moment, Sir.” Reminded one of the King’s aides.

“Well stop it and bring him up here! Am I surrounded by dolts?”

The Royal Assassin, a little worse for wear, was carried up to the King’s chambers.

“Look, I’m sorry, your Highness,” the exhausted servant started.

“Silence! I asked you to kill off my rival, not his wife! That was the worst assassination attempt I’ve seen!”

“Who do you think gave him the idea to oppose you?”