Fake King Iit.

"How will you deal with the assassin, my lord?" Dwyer asks.

"I won't!" you tell him simply.

"But you just said--," he starts, but you raise a hand to halt him.

"I know what I said!" you tell him. "I said the assassin shall be dealt with, and they shall. Not by me, however; By you," you add, gesturing towards him.

"But my Lord," he says, "I am not the King. That is you!"

"Of course!" you say in answer to this obvious statement. "You know that, as do I, and all the citizenry. But the assassin comes from elsewhere, and I doubt they know what our ruler looks like. Therefore, you will pose as the King."

Suddenly, Dwyer raises an arm to look at his watch. Like everything else he owns, it is nice, but not nearly as grandiose as someone in your position would normally possess.

"But my lord," he says, interrupting you from taking your temporary place on his throne, "I am scheduled to meet with my present female companion momentarily."

"That is handled easily enough," you tell him. "Since you are taking my position, I shall assume yours."

"But--," he starts, before you raise a hand to silence him again.

"The King is not to be questioned!"you order, before silently walking away.