"I am a man of the court!" Arthur yelled, looking around for someone who could help him.
Unfortunately, the road to his home was lonesome. The coachman was unconscious or dead, not far away from the carriage, and the five palace guards standing around were men Arthur saw with Prince Tyrion.
"I can pay you. I have plenty of money," Arthur said, counting on money to save his life. "I can help you all be put in grand homes with a handful of servants at your side. I don't have any money with me now," he said, fearing this might cost him.
Damien Hale, a close guard to the crown prince, had no use for the money Arthur was offering.
Damien unsheathed his sword and, with one quick motion, severed Arthur's head.
They didn't have time to spare on useless chatter. The crown prince sent them to do a simple task, and then they were to return to his side to guard him.
"Clean this up before someone passes by. We must return to the prince," Damien instructed the guards.
