Sandara yelped as the guard yanked at her arm, sneering into her face.
"Alright already," she rolled her eyes, sighing dramatically. She had thought, since today was the king's parade, the guards would be too distracted to notice little, old her slipping jewellery from nearby stalls into her pockets.
Apparently not.
Drums boomed as they bashed out the beat of the parade, the sound loud and ferocious. Bright colours splashed as the dancers past and Sandara scoffed at their amateur moves.
Not far off was the king's throne, seated on top of an elaborate chariot that stood five feet above everyone's heads. The crowd cheered and clapped as the king waved with all hands and smiles. Sandara mimicked the cheering, mocking their high pitch voices. The guard quickly caught her wrists with sharp fingers before she could start mocking the clapping too.
"You know where you're going," the guard sneered into her ear, his breath hot, his voice a sound much louder than even the drums vibrating the ground underneath her.
Then; screams.
Erupting the air.
The drums cut short with a violent crash.
Sandara whipped her head round to find the source.
There, at the top of the chariot, slumped the king's body, an arrow buried deep in his skull.
Sandara swore underneath her breath, suddenly frozen.
In panic, the crowd screamed and shrieked, ducking their heads as if to avoid the bowman targeting them next. The body of the king tumbled down from his thrown, landing in a heap on the road, the arrow cracking as it snapped with the contact.
The guard beside Sandara dropped his hold, rushing forward, the crowd, manic and insane, scatting, their screams like skittles, haunting the air.
Sandara had wanted to avoid getting into jail. But she hadn't wanted it to be like this.
Almost like her limbs weren't hers - stiff and rigid - Sandara hurried away, her feet carrying her. She hoped that, if only she could just bury her face into her pillow, she could pretend like none of this had ever happened.
SEOKJIN, YOUR KING, IS DEAD.
ASSASINATED BY AN ARROW SHOT DIRECTLY INTO HIS TEMPLE.
Did you witness it?
Are you a suspect?
Did you commit the crime?
This is the start of a new feature called EVENTS.
EVENTS will happen occasionally and on a semi-regular basis and are, as the name suggests, events in the roleplay where everyone can get involved in one plot.
I will post this in the Grasslands SHOPS where everyone can respond to it and write their own reaction to the assassination.
You can check out the details for this particular event on the EVENTS page - this will also be where info on other events will be posted in the future.
If you wish to become a suspect or the culprit, PM Dara/Jinki along with your possible motive and your alibi (whether fake or real).
GOOD LUCK!
And make sure not to be shot in the head.
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