"Not true?" the man laughed. "I had ten sons and three daughters. Because you feared I'd one day rebel against you, you caused a senseless war and had my children lead every war, and in the end, I was left with one!" the Duke yelled. "You decreed my daughters to marry my enemies just to put me in check. I didn't disobey, but now you're after my only son. Your Majesty, and you say it's not true?"
"I—" the king was cut off before he could speak further.
"You knew fully well that killing Aiden means my son would be killed, still, you poisoned his tea and got his wife locked up, intending to take her as a concubine afterwards. Your Majesty, what did I—"
"Bang!"
Duke Salman stared with wide eyes at the king, who had a bullet lodged between his brows. His gaze shifted to the murderer. He wanted to say it was taboo to kill the king, but his throat had gone dry, and he couldn't utter a word.