And there it was. The tyrannical ruler only got a second to realize what had happened, that he was now apart of the act, before Colleen's blade met his throat. The crowd, intoxicated by the blood show, was still cheering for their sure-to-be winner until it finally hit them, one viewer to the next, that something wasn't right. That their ruler's body shouldn't be falling out of his chair, and his head should not be rolling down the small tiers for everyone to see. The room was overcome with static silence. Colleen stood with her partner and looked around, watching as the realization finally reached every royal witness. And then there was chaos. Their sovereign was dead.