The King's Hubris

The idea of death had never occurred to him. He'd always felt indestructible.
Riding off to battle, leading legions of men against a countless horde of barbarians, was something that he would consider an everyday chore.
He'd ruled with an iron fist, passing laws and using torture as a means of keeping the sheep under the crook of the shepherd.
Die? Him? Ridiculous!
The people loved him! They had to, or he'd cause their suffering to multiply a hundredfold.
Who would dare attempt such an unthinkable thing?
Those were the King's final thoughts as the garrotte closed around his throat.