Don't do it again
"Um... botchan?" Yosak stammered, backing away slightly from the King's cold glare, "I-I can explain..."
Yuuri, being short as he is, grabbed Yosak's shirt and pulled him down to his level to look at the spy in the eyes; "Fake your death like that again," Yuuri threatened slowly in low voice, "I will personally, skewer you with kabob spikes, castrate you with a blunt kitchen knife, place your nuts in cyanide, hang you by your phallus, poke your eyeballs out with my two hands—"
Every one backed away as more and more gory details came out of the king's mouth while threatening his favourite spy. Even Conrad looked a little sick. Did someone corrupt his godson while he was away?
"–and shove Morgif up your ass so far I would wish I knew how to take him out," Yuuri finished as he took a deep breath and roared, "AM I UNDERSTOOD?"
"Yes sir," was all Yosak could say as a number of people dispersed to empty the contents of their rolling stomach. Yuuri glared at Yosak for moments longer before he sighed exasperatedly, loosening his grip.
"Don't do that again," Yuuri pleaded as he let go, "Shin Makoku won't be the same without you."
Yosak let out a sigh of his own as he gave Yuuri a light noogie, "I promise."