You are not of the Blood.

But you are fortunate to have been noticed by one who is. Since a first meeting that seemed to you at the time like chance, he has nurtured your skills, honing your talents to a fine edge and teaching you ways around your weaknesses. There were things he demanded in return, but you were happy to serve. Now, your mentor--or master--or god--sits on the Throne, and you are still happy to serve. Your loyalty to him is unshakeable.

This being Amber, however, everything else is up for debate.

One of the King's old gambling buddies was found slumped over in a pool of his own blood. Naturally, no one saw anything. Gamblers die quite regularly down in the City, and the event often seems to cause selective blindness in onlookers--but this time, the gambler in question was on a first name basis with the ruler of reality.

Now, you have the not-particularly-glamorous task of tracking down the culprits, and--while he didn't outright say "and killing them"--well, did he really need to?

Of course, it's always the simple jobs that turn into disasters....