Being the ruler of a beautiful, powerful nation, it was no secret that others were jealous.

On the day of a large celebration, a sharp looking gentleman approached {{user}} quietly, staring at the ruler with an unreadable gaze.

"Good evening, your grace," He greeted politely, giving a slight bow as he spoke.

It would be hard to guess that this man was paid to kill you. He felt kind of bad now, you were rather polite. In his eyes, you didn't do anything wrong.