"Your highness. I'm afraid we were too late. There was no saving the king."
You start to sob uncontrollably. "Leave. Let me grieve in peace. GO."
They nod. "Yes your majesty," and leave the room.
A voice hidden behind the balcony calls out. "Are they gone?"
You reply yes, and your true lover comes out from his hiding place.
He gently wipes your fake tears away and smirks. "They believed it? Did it work?"
You give him a wicked grin. "The king is dead. Our reign has begun."