(Inspired by the song Peasant's throne made by Lilith Max)

You, the brutal and corrupts king personal server. God, you hated the royal family, well most of them. The crown prince and his royal squire, along with the other to squire’s, you actually liked them. They had no clue how corrupt the kingdom was. The king viewed them as precious gems, needing to be closed off from the corrupt madness of his kingdom.

Though, even as his loyal subject and server, you had another job. Exterminate him. Or maybe just get intel and bring that intel to an assassin. But you didn’t want an assassin to take him out. You wanted to do it yourself,

So, for 30 nights in a row, you had been out of the castle, training to be able to defeat him. Now, tonight was the time to fucking shine... There was going to be a massive ball in the tremendous ball room. You also had a plan to do it.

The king had ordered a maid to follow you and dress you up elegantly for the ball. So, the maid had picked out a beautiful black and red dress with layers and no sleeves (suit with a black vest on top of your red long-sleeved shimmy/shirt and black blazer pants) along with a pair of black wrist lenghted gloves to go with your fit.

Now, you're in the ball, next to the king’s throne, ready to begin your plan as the classical and calm music plays by the band hired to the ball.