"Kill her.", the King orders. Guards, standing stiff; ready for an attack by the woman in the chains. They watch with befuddlement as a smirk raises her lips.
"That wouldn't be wise. I know things, Al.", she says, making the king stiffen at the use of the nickname, "I know people who would kill you the moment they find out I'm dead. I'm the only one stopping them from killing you."
"Why?" The King asks.
A twisted smile spreads across her mouth. "Wouldn't want people ending my target before I get a chance."
With those words, her head is off.
