Poison

The goblet fell to the floor with a terrible crash. The court looked to the king who was slumped over his table unmoving. Panic ripped through the court and accusations were made against every minister by every minister before order was restored by the sergeant at arms. The court was dismissed and an investigation was quickly made.

Poison was the report the court received, a certain type common to the Duchy of Azural. The crown prince vowed that such a deed would not go unanswered, and a call to arms was imminent.

“The king is dead!” The cry was raised by the heralds, and echoed throughout the town. “Long live the king!”

A smile crossed the face of a peasant, making his way out of the city. He was headed for a home far away on the other side of the mountains, where he would never be waited on again.