His words made sense.. To a large degree it did bug her that he was not ready to take the throne, that moment.. Perhaps she did lay too heavy a burden upon him.  Expecting too much.  'I apologize.. I have been hard on you..'<br/><br/>Jira's eyes slowly moved around the shack, taking a single step forward.  And then she would hear it.  That slight sound that was outside the natural order of bird calls and furtive animal movements.  A slight<strong>¤click¤</strong>seemed to resonate within her mind.  She barely had time to speak, in the second it took for her heart to thud within her chest she had jumped sideways, her body connecting with that of her charge, carrying him sideways.  The loud meaty ¤thunk!¤ echoing through the small clearing.<br/><br/>'Stay down..'  A harsh whisper in his ear as the toes of her boots would dig into the soft loam of the forest floor, mere second before she would disappear into the underbrush.  Should Kinngar look up he would notice the crossbow bolt buried deeply in the soft wood of a tree, the feathered end still quivering unsettlingly.<br/><br/>Jira moved quietly, every shift of her body precise and controlled. It almost made her giddy, that rush of adrenaline, a tight smile touching those normally thin lips.  She tried not to hurry, though the thought of having left the prince crouched down in the grass, in the open, was enough to spur her movements.  It did not take long before she caught sight of the man.  He was a burly sort.  Thick muscular arms that seemed to handle the heavy crossbow like a child's toy, pulling back the string with thick fingers rather than using the crank as a lesser man might.<br/><br/>She would watch him take aim again, his attention focused outwards, giving her plenty of time to step quietly behind him, her dagger scraping the meaty curve of her throat.<br/><br/>'Pull that trigger, and so help me..'  She let it hang, nearly holding her breath..