Well, it is universally accepted that a noble's honor and status are worth much more than any commoner's life, yours included, even if you are the apprentice of the court magician.
Sir Eduard raises an eyebrow at your breach of etiquette, but doesn't comment on it further. He sees that you must be right. "Sir Roland, I hereby free you of all your duties as a member of the Lion Guard. Step down now!"
The face a mask of wild rage Sir Roland attacks without further delay. What you whitness now is something only a few people have ever seen: A deadly fight between some of the most feared swordsmen of the realm. The blades whirl so fast that you can't follow them with your eyes. The bashing and clanging of steel is deafening. You want to assist the knights, but you have no chance to take proper aim and would risk to hurt your allies.
Suddenly you hear a tearing sound and a fountain of blood paints the white piles red. Quanire hurries to bestow first aid on the fallen knight who has just lost his right hand to Sir Roland's sword. A splitsecond later, the raging coloss hits his head hard on the wall. The fast footwork of Sir Eduard had made him stumble. You think you heard bone crack. Like a marionette with its strings cut he slumbs to the floor and stays still.
"Dustin, Gerald, guard the prisoner!" Sir Eduard commands the squires. "You, healer, stay with them. The rest with me! Mage, support from the back if you can."
With that he openes the door to the king's bedroom. The three knights still able to fight charge into the room and take batlle formation.
The king himself is standing in his dressing gown next to his bed, facing you. He looks pale and there are dark shadows below his eyes. You notice the same taint to him that surrounded Sir Roland. You also feel a powerful dark aura emitting from a group of armchairs next to he window. One of them has its back to you.
"Sir Eduard, I heard fighting. Are we under attack?" the king asks innocently.