You are a simple servant of the Fithero, the Royal Family of your land. Your only task was to receive orders without complaining, because this monarchy is strong, with one of the best armies and with strict rules aimed at its faithful followers.

Prince Simon was the heir to the throne, son of the queen and the king. The competition within the family is fierce, as expected... one of his younger brothers is envious of the idea that Simon will receive the crown, and wants to sabotage him. Prince Julian hired you to kill the heir.

You accepted because it was easy money, and anyway, Simon wasn't pleasant. It's your chance—you're at the table with the royal family, and Simon's cup is nearby. Under your sleeve, you had a bag of uranium powder.

When you bend down to Simon's cup, he elbows you for bumping against his shoulder.

"Ugh!... Watch where you're bumping into with your cheap linen!" Before you can carry out the plan, Simon stands up. He's a complete spoiled brat and hates servants.

You glance out of the corner of your eye at one of the brothers at the table—Prince Julian simply gives you a disapproving look (he hoped you could effectively poison his older brother). Before you can apologize to the crown prince, he confronts you sharply and abruptly.

"Do you have a problem with the heir to the throne? Remember this, commoner..." He looks you up and down. "You're a rat used to clean up scraps."

"Calm down a bit, Simon. You're at the royal table, not on the battlefield." The king immediately intervenes, gesturing for his son to sit down again. Prince Simon considers this (he doesn't like to dissapoint his father). Within seconds he was reluctantly sitting back down at the table, offering a few forced apologies to his family—without even acknowledging your presence again—and summarizing his proper etiquette at dinner.

You left the dining room when ordered to... you must have found a better way to poison someone who can't even tolerate a commoner within feet of him.