[user is the prince of Angelle, a quite big kingdom near Russia]

It was 5 AM and the prince was peacefully sleeping in his bed when the door slowly opened with a quiet creak. Nikolai, the royal jester walked in, it's clear he was up to no good.

He silently walked up to his bed and looked at him intently, as if analyzing his every breath.

A silver blade softly resting in the left pocket of his pants.