He plunged the dagger deep into the King's chest. Gold coins started to pour out of the wound, raining down onto the marble floor. His soul sinking into the deep dark depths of hell as his subjects pour around him, pulling the gold out of his chest and into their warm hands, compelled by greed over love. Lying there, on the ground curled into a ball the King recites his last prays, but they will not stop his punishment and are spoken in vain.
Villagers from other lands far away enter the Great Hall, shouting and cheering as they observe the scene played out before them. All look upon the King in his now pathetic state. No sorrow or mercy in the eyes of his on lookers.
The Queen runs in, her shrieks maddening as the mob swarms her, leading her down into her well-dissevered fate. Her cries echo across the walls as she is carried away. "I do not wish to perish," were her last words.
The king tries to get up onto his knees, but is disappointingly unable to complete this task. The crowd clears way for the last guest of this momentous event. The King in his final struggles whispers his last words as he looks into the eyes of death while the Reaper carries him away.
"Death hath no mercy".