to assassins

"Traditionally, assassin's are executed," she replied and your stomach rose to meet your throat. "But first let's get the pleasantries out of the way. Who are you and who sent you?"

"I am the son of the Duke of Livingston," you replied with as much pride in your voice as you could muster.

"Livingston? There isn't a Duke of Livingston," said the Queen.

"There was eight years ago when the city belonged to the Kingdom of Coriatia."

"Oh, I see then. Here to avenge your father's ****. Is that all?" She asked.

"Is that all? Is that all?" You cried, furious that your last eight years of suffering and preparation was reduced to this simple statement.

In response, the Queen pointed the thing in her right hand, you could see now that it was a long black stick, at you. "Drown yourself," she commanded.