"Long live the king," Xavier seethed as King Jonathan brought a shaking hand to cover his wound. Blood was flowing from his mouth, a thin trail of red dripping down his chin and onto his robes. He opened his mouth, his teeth tainted with blood, and managed to say one last sentence.
"I'd always known it would be you." His eyes glazed over, his body ceased to move, and his hand went slack and fell to the floor.