The king lowered his sword, but held it tightly in his grasp. "We hath slain the former man as a result of Our Queen's investigation.  T'was he who hath orchestrated an attempt on Our daughter, the Princess Lilliana."  With a great deal of swiftness, the King again raised his blade and rended the thoracic in twain.  The man's insides spilled out like an overturned bowl of hagus and blood darkened the floor.  He raised the sword, dripping with the rubies of his foe.  "Those in earshot should indeed listen to the man who stands before you.  Our daughter does not yet hold the key to the Kingdom.  If thou dare'st to slay one of the Noble House of Draighaen, thou wilt slay me, or be slain by me."<br/><br/>In his anger, he had indeed lost the Royal "We", but had returned to his normal mode of speaking in old English, despite his wife's previous protestations.