"Fine, we will give you a crown." Bjarke said with a smile patting his cousin on the arm, "Go and sleep, I'll silence the bitch for good. Do consult a healer about your wounds frequently dear cousin, I would be most disturbed to hear you had been killed by the festering of a cut. I'll issue some guards to your door soon."
Bjarke looked to his second cousin and grabbed her shoulder, he smiled and then looked her in the eyes.
"You're going to kill your grandmother, tonight. Take some of the men loyal to your father in case, and kill anyone loyal to your grandmother. We will be putting a crown on Salem's head be it by force or by treason. Rally four men to guard your father's chamber, and then have the rest kill off those who would challenge him. I will handle the elven bitch then guard your fathers chambers with the rest."
Bjarke walked into the room where the elven bitch sat, he grabbed the knife off the table with his right hand then grabbed the Elf's head with his left. He plunged the knife deep into her temple and twisted it, her eyes rolled up and her mouth hung loose as a strange sound gurgled from her. Bjarke wiped the knife off on her shirt then set it in his belt. He ordered the men in the room with him to dispose of the body, it would certainly be a fiasco getting rid of all the cut up bits. He left the room and moved quickly to Salem's chambers, the guards already stationed there. He looked them all over, each stood stock still with their eyes hardly moving unless motion came out of the corner of their eyes. Bjarke smiled then entered the chamber knowing the plans were set afoot.