‘Your cook should have known the difference between blueberries and belladonna.’ the Prince said. ‘I’ve been ingesting a little poison for months, I’ve acquired a tolerance, but not for you.’
‘Why?’ the King gasped through the pain.
’I want to be King and I hate you!’
The Prince finished his sautéed mushrooms and watched his father suffer a fatal heart attack.
Twenty-four hours later the Prince lapsed into a coma and died from mushroom poisoning.
The triumphant jester sat on the throne and laughed.