Today's OneWord: Messenger

They say you shouldn't shoot the messenger, yet here I am: bleeding profusely on the king's carpet, mixing red with red, though the red from me will turn to brown in just a few hours as the oxygen in the air has its way with it. The king holsters his gun, and I am left to cling to what little life I have now as the monarch's steward stares at me.

"Your Majesty," he says, "do you think, perhaps, you may have overreacted a bit to the news?"

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