Monday: Robert could ramble around the palace looking for a way out, only to most likely be cut down or recaptured and thrown back into that pit. Or—
Tuesday: “You think you can reach that before I plunge this through your heart?” Robert said, raising the dagger.
Wednesday: (Kit to Rob) “Those brats of your brother’s would not be the first villein pups to accidentally fall down the well or into a fire.”
Thursday: Kit’s sharp-drawn breath cut Robert off. “He knows about the king?”