The magistrate and the accused appeared before the aging king.
“Sire, this man is responsible for the attempt on your life.”
“I did no such,” the rest of the prisoner’s words were silenced by a cuff by one of the guards.
The old man looked on with rheumy eyes, unmoving.
The king’s advisor materialized from the shadows. He shared a knowing glance with the magistrate and leaned towards the king, whispering in the man’s wizened ear.
After a moment, the king nodded and spoke, everyone bent forward to hear, “remove the assassin.”
“At once,” the magistrate bowed with a smile.