Astin dropped the gun on her. "Kill yourself if you don't want to be tortured. I'm merciful enough to give you such a light punishment. In your next life, if you're given a job to pretend to be a royal, take to your heels." She said, folding her arms.
'It's over, I'm caught. Philip is nowhere to be found.' the imposter thought. 'No! If I'm going to die, I won't go down alone. The princess will die with me.' She picked the gun pretending to want to shoot herself but raised it to shoot Astin and the hall rang with a loud bang.
"What a waste!" Astin exclaimed and looked away as the imposter's body dropped dead on the floor. Felix came out from the crowd with his smoking gun.
"Your highness." He bowed his head.
