Rock Paper Scissors

[A messenger with a feathered-hat is speaking to a king, seated on his throne, with golden sceptre, crown, and ermine cloak]
Messenger: Your majesty, the Bourlon king rejects the terms of your treaty
King: What?! How dare you bring me such vile news! Who dares to defy me?!
Messenger: Whoa whoa whoa! Don't kill the messenger!
King: I can do that?
[The messenger is in the gallows, with a noose around their neck and hands tied behind their back]