“But sir the--”
I walked off, defeated. I suppose he’ll figure it out soon enough. Back I went, into the castle, waiting for the end. Sure enough, just a moment later, fire lit the sky. Covering my head and hiding well, I hoped for my survival.
When a few minutes later the fire left the sky, as fast as it came, I walked out the castle.
Distraught but not surprised, I called; “The king is dead! The king is dead, but at least I kept my head!”