The throne room was mostly empty, save for a few other strays who had managed to make it into the palace before the guard managed most of the people into the great hall. They'd no doubt be there soon to correct things, but for the moment the empty throne room was as silent as a tomb. A slim, gaunt man sporting a short head of brown hair, too young for his age, stepped up in front of the throne and began to speak. His voice was a honeyed, croaking tone that seemed older than he, and he strained to make himself across the room even in its current state. "Valued guests, your attentions if you will." He smiled toothily. "In the interest of understanding and controlling the panic you no doubt feel, the guard wishes to explain what has happened tonight." The man on on the raised ground paused for a long time, making sure those in the throne room had time to either enter of gather themselves. "As it is, perhaps, already apparent to you, an assassination attempt on our beloved king has been [i]thwarted[/i] and the rogues responsible for such an assault on our sacred peace are now apprehended successfully by the brave knights of our Order of the Thistle. Your safety is our concern, and to guarantee it I ask only your cooperation with our brave guardsmen, when they arrive." He bowed his head respectfully, waiting for whatever questions the few strays might have had.