The new emperor woke up. An assassin sat on his bed.
“Well done,” the assassin said, “you won.”
“Won what?”
“The throne. You have risen as high as anyone ever can. Your last victory.”
“Last?”
“If you remain, at best you can survive.”
“If I remain?”
“Come with me, lets run away!”— Micro SF/F stories (@MicroSFF) October 27, 2020