Struggling on the Bed

Not long after, the approaching footsteps from outside the room caused an unexpected sensation in the assassin's chest.

With the crisis looming, the agile assassin discreetly concealed his sharp knife, huddling into the shadowy corner of the room. He hoped that the approaching figure was just a guard on patrol.

The seconds ticked by slowly, as if time itself had come to a halt. The assassin's mind wandered to the worst-case scenarios that could unfold if he was caught. However, reality may contradict his hopes. The door hinges creaked once again, followed by the sound of footsteps drawing closer.

Before long, the figure emerged from behind the door. And unexpectedly, it was the king, the primary target of the assassin.

He observed every movement of the king, who, after changing his clothes, climbed onto his bed and prepared to sleep. Each action of the king was colored by the composure befitting a leader.