“Good morning,” her husband said as she sat down next to him. The meeting would start soon, but it appeared as though they had enough time for his usual idiotic morning banter. He sipped at his tea. “I see the assassins have failed again.”

She smiled, sweetly. “What assassins, my king?”

Like she didn’t know. She’d had to get help to dispose of them after she was done. She had to sleep in another room while hers was cleaned. She had chosen a room that her husband wouldn’t have thought, wondering if the point was simply to make her change beds. He had become so blatant about it.

He shook his head. “Definitely failed. I’ll have to get my refund.”

She nodded. “Yes, you had better. You’ll need it to buy the antidote.”

The king took another sip. “Already had it.”

Damn, she thought. She needed to find a better way to dispose of him too.