I decide to go anyway. If I am in the midst of so many people I will be safer than I would be if I am holed up in this room. Besides, my rule needs to be asserted. I can't pretend I didn't inherit a throne, or else it will definitely be snatched from me. I never wanted to be king, no, but I have a sneaking suspicion I would like an assassin as my king even less.
I pull my cloak from about my shoulders and drape it over the back of my chair. I can't second guess myself now, so the least I can do is make myself presentable. As far as I am aware, the king would have people to help him dress and get ready. At this hour I doubt they would be so willing to help me, and I need something to do with myself to keep my exhausted thoughts off the decision I have made.
If the letter were right, I would be apprehended by a person with a throwing knife. Definitely not from up close. I should think about preparing my attire to possibly deflect a weapon like that. I know I don't have armour with me, and I don't really know where an assassin would think to aim, but I have to do something just in case. I couldn't let the servants know that I have a suspicion like this. I need to act now.
My wardrobes were not adjusted for someone of my size yet. I am smaller than the late king was, and most of his clothes do not fit me as a result. However there are many types of jewellery in boxes that are mostly for show. Only some of them bear any significant purpose. I wonder absently if I can slip something under my clothes that could deflect a dagger. It might be worth a try.
I begin to rummage about through glinting jewellery, determined but uncertain as to what the assortment could do to help. I swallow these worries and remind myself that anything that might save my life is worth a few minutes of wasted time.
So when the first knock sounds on my door, I find myself sitting before my mirror with exhausted triumph in my eyes. Now I'm not completely safe, but at least I feel like I have done everything in my power to make sure I am unharmed. The servants help select my attire, but I hardly pay any attention to it. I am ready to face whatever might happen. Or so I hope.
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