WAS: Go into your father’s room and slay him
From Create Your Own Story
You start to look for a blade which you can kill the king with. It has to be a magnificent blade; this is no ordinary person after all. Luckily you’re in a treasury room so there has to be at least one blade here worthy of killing a king. As you look around you try to block out the little voice in your head telling you you’re committing high treason. Large undertakings such as this one can’t be stopped by doubt… or other human flaws.
In a small chest you find a knife worthy of the deed. The hilt is made of solid gold with weird incarvings that you do not recognize, this is weird since you are very well educated in foreign cultures. Since you can’t identify the culture they must have been one of the very minor nomadic people that your father enslaved in his youth. Guess their ghosts will have their vengeance after all.
With the blade in your hand you energetically sprint across the hallway, stopping just outside your fathers bedroom were you shift gears and carefully open the door. It’s a weird feeling being so enthusiastic and deliberate about killing your father. The easy of which this ice cold demand for vengeance has overtaken your mind is surprising even to you.
You’ve actually never been in your father’s bedroom before; a man’s bedroom is seen as something very private in your people’s culture. Since you and your brothers are basically throne filling material for your father (with little emotional attachment) there were never any reason for him to let you visit his most private quarters.
You find the floor to be littered with several of his concubines wearing those skimpy perverse outfits that old men like. They clog the floor like dogs, sleeping on the ground like if it was perfectly natural. Luckily none of your fathers seven brides sleep here, meeting your mother in a situation like this would be most uncomfortable. They don’t sleep here because they serve no other function than to produce heirs, just like with his sons your father never established any emotional connection with his wives. Silently you make your way across the marble floor to your father’s bed, ignoring the many art and sculptures displayed in the room. The Kings bed has been ornamented with the finest jewels, silk and women reflecting the blatant pride and hedonism of its owner. You look down on your sleeping father, this is easier than you expected. When you decided on killing him you imagined it to be like killing a god, but his fragile old body spares no feelings of sympathy or awe.
You plunge the dagger into his heart. The murdered man's body spasms in a last attempt to fight for its life but it is of course futile. His face on the other hand wakes up calmly and has a last look at you. His facial expression is of something that you do not recognize and will never see again. It is a mixture of the deepest pain but also the uttermost pride in once offspring. A perplexing sight that utterly stuns you until your fathers dying scream awakens all of his concubines and forces you to escape back into the main hall.
You stand in the main hall, the concubines are shrieking in terror and will no doubt alert the guards. What to do?
