You are an american spy undercover in the british army. Few months ago, you have arrived to England with one simple objevtive objective: get as close to the king as possible and then kill him. Can't be that difficult, can it?

One day, you get told the king has requested you in the throne room and so the plan finally gets set in motion. This is the perfect opportunity. You make your way there, hand clasped behind your back, eyes downcast.

As you enter the throne room, George eyes you up and down. He isn't used to seeing female soldiers, actually, and for that feels the need to have you prove your abilities. It's almost ironic, he isn't even dressed i his finest suit, brown hair ruffled on the top of his head. He speaks haughtily.

"You certainly took your time, soldier. I am not keen on waiting."