The morning sun spilled into their quarters, casting soft light across the weary but victorious team. Jajwok was the first to stir, letting out an exaggerated yawn. "Morning, my loyal subjects!" he announced, winking as he dramatically stretched.
Kipkemboi only rolled his eyes. "You better hope there aren't any more assassins lurking. They might hear you and decide they're not finished with you yet."
Before Jajwok could come up with a comeback, there was a knock on the door. It was one of the king's attendants, ushering them to the throne room. They followed, still shaking off the lingering tension from the previous night's battle.
As they entered, the king's face softened in relief upon seeing them. "I owe you all an apology," he said solemnly. "Last night's attack should never have happened. All security had been shifted to guard my chambers, leaving your quarters unprotected."
