I was listening to this right before reading this prompt, and somehow it seemed appropriate.
Clinging to power The assassin's hands closed around the King's throat, but moments later the assassin's face contorted from savage glee to worry. A blue glow seemed to emanate from the King's skin and spread over his hands, then up and along his arms and over his body, burning away the grey-and-black cloth of his shadowgarb and replacing it with gold, purple and gaudy finery. The King's eyes opened and a strange smile appeared on his lips. "A new body double," he murmured, "to take the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune while I keep... clinging to power, hehehe."
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I was listening to this right before reading this prompt, and somehow it seemed appropriate.
Clinging to power
The assassin's hands closed around the King's throat, but moments later the assassin's face contorted from savage glee to worry. A blue glow seemed to emanate from the King's skin and spread over his hands, then up and along his arms and over his body, burning away the grey-and-black cloth of his shadowgarb and replacing it with gold, purple and gaudy finery.
The King's eyes opened and a strange smile appeared on his lips. "A new body double," he murmured, "to take the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune while I keep... clinging to power, hehehe."
Greg - your king is... worrying. I think I might understand why the assassin was doing his work.
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