Eliza, the Devious Widow Queen

Queen Eliza had been plotting your downfall since she was first **** to marry you. After all the work she went to getting ride of her last husband, being set up with you was infuriating. She had lost all of her lands, all of her authority, while you had gained both as well as power over her.

Still, even deprived of her wealth, territory, and agency, she still had a number of talents. A silver tongue, a scheming mind, and fierce determination all aided her quest. Patience, though, was the most important of her traits. She had waited, waited for you to offend your court, anger the peasants. Her waiting had finally paid off too. It had finally gotten to a point that if the king were to vanish without a trace one night, no one would care much to look into it.

Of course, to simply kill you off and dump you in a river would be too good. The Queen had a particular interest in humiliating you, in taking everything that was your's. One might call it **** for taking what was rightfully her's, while others might realize that perhaps she simply had a taste for humiliating men of power after her first husband.

Queen Eliza had already strung together a few depraved methods for getting you out of the way while leaving you in a state of disgrace. Many of her plans involved the aid of someone who might benefit from you being removed from the throne.

There was your former court jester, a puckish prankster and talented tumbler with an incredible knack of hypnotism. They (for behind the leather jester's outfit it was difficult to tell their gender) had become increasingly frustrated with you interrupting or stopping performances as the mood struck. Not to mention there was a fairly true rumor going around that you were planning to simply have them removed from the castle.

Then there was the court magician, a lazy young woman who was still well versed in many mystical arts that ranged from transfiguration to illusion to alchemy and beyond to more destructive arts. Despite this, she hardly did anything for you and preferred to simply lounge in her quarters. She'd already been threatened with dismissal several times.

Of course, there was also the head of the castle guard. A man whom you trusted to protect you and generally didn't hold much ill-will towards. Unfortunately, Eliza had recently discovered the head guard had a connection to a notorious smuggling ring and was happy to apply pressure if she needed his help.

These were the main three collaborators Eliza was looking at, though she knew she could pull up any blacksmith, merchant, whore, or farmer off the street if she needed aid from commoners. Nothing was stopping her from simply pulling off the plan herself either...or even calling in all three of her allies to ensure nothing went wrong.