ft. @tailordlve
it was difficult to act like nothing happened. it was difficult to wipe the amused grin that tried to appear on his face when he heard someone screaming that the king was dead. but hannes duty was fulfilled, while ivan’s had only begun. he didn’t care that he now needed to make sure people were going to the correct escape routes or make sure that no one was going to die trampled by others. that was going to be his alibi --- and, if anyone would point him as the murderer, he could always say that he was drinking with his friends and then was called by his superior, without time to stab the king to death. it wasn’t the best plan hannes ever thought, but it was what he could do at the moment. as the day passed, he was sure he would think of something better. his attention was taken by one of the queen’s pet grisha, a tailor. he couldn’t remember her entire name --- he kne wit started with lu, but nothing else. well, maybe it was time to know if someone saw him, anastas or val. “ excuse me, ma’am. ” he stated politely, a soft expression on his face. she was probably terrified. “ i know it isn’t the best topic to talk right now, but you’re one of the queen’s tailors, aren’t you ? did you see who did that to the poor king ? ”