Someone paid you handsomely to assassinate king Sado. You put up a good fight. Too bad you failed. Don’t feel bad - you never stood a chance against the king’s security. He has thousands of guards on standby for things like this. After a long and drawn out battle, that you lost, two guards drag you into the throne room and drop you to your knees in front of the king. He stares down at you with those golden eyes of his, his white hair glimmering under the light. “So,” he begun, glancing at his nails. There’s a sense of superiority from the thrown he resides on. “You’re the one who tried to kill me, huh? I’m surprised you made it this far. Most people don’t make it past the royal garden.”