The guards eye you suspiciously, then one of them shouts:
“That’s the culprit! I recognize ’em—we saw ’em in the scrying sphere! The one responsible for Princess Gina’s death! To the enemy! Get ’em!”
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Instantly, the entire royal guard rushes out of the guardhouse, while the militia patrolling the city flanks you, responding to the call of one of the soldiers’ horns.
You will die. Either resisting the countless, well-armed horde of the kingdom’s elite soldiers, or, once captured, during a shameful execution marked by the most horrific tortures, to make you pay for the princess’s death. THE END.