Yes

You remain crouched behind the pillowed chair and eavesdrop on the women’s conversation. You learn about Tywin’s mysterious new Dornish servant, his illicit dealings with the iron bank, and his grandson Tommen’s upcoming tour of the Royal Navy.

All very exclusive gossip, but none of it particularly helpful for your purposes. Even the shadow people of Asshai on the other end of the world probably know about the corruption within the Iron Bank.

Your heart stops as you hear one of the women stand up and make their way to your side of the room. Peering around the chair, you see the bigger woman carrying her teapot in your direction.

Your heart catches in your mouth, it is too late to discreetly slip out of the room now, and there is nowhere left to hide.

When she see’s you, her teapot drops and shatters across the floor. “Intruder!” She yells as the other woman screams in fright. “Assassin!”

Before you can explain yourself, you are pinned to the wall by your throat and your words die in your strangled throat.

You feel a warm, wet sensation flowing down your trousers and dripping onto your shoes. When you look down, the tall woman’s knife is pushed deep between your ribs, leaving an open gash from your chest to your pelvis.

The life drains quickly out of your body . Your last thoughts are a silent prayer for the people of your Kingdom.