“The King sent us because he can blame us for the Assassination should we get caught. He’s distancing himself from this political cluster fuck and I suggest doing the same. You do you, but if any of you get in my way, I will have no quarrel killing you.” He said as he mounted his horse. (Should he noted that trying to stop him is consenting to having your character killed) 
“You attempt the assassination by yourselves and end up in prison, or dead. I don’t care.” As he turned his horse to return to the town, he looked back over his shoulder. “Hold of you to assume you can handle my soul, Bitch King.” He spurred his horse into a Gallop off in the direction of the town.