This wasn't a task that anyone had been eager to jump to, but Jackson was brave, fearless and-- Well, he had drawn the short straw.

So he approached the throne and knelt down, lowering his head. This was no fun. Honestly, he liked his head where it was, he felt it fit him well. He didn't want to be beheaded just for delivering news that Ten was very, very unlikely to take well.

Still, he cleared his throat. "My lord?"

Damn it.

"We have confirmed the identity of that rebellion leader you've been told about."