It was a forbidden passion; one that the cold countenance of
the executioner’s block gates to forgiveness. Every time she passed him in the
corridor, or sent for him to do the kingdom’s bidding, his severed soul ached.
She would look at him with her eternal eyes—perhaps another lifetime they were
united, but not this one.
“Lucien,” she sang, “Gather the Guard.”
Without question, he leaped and her bidding be done.
“Guard! Present!” Like tongues of flames spreading from the
mouth of a dragon, the King’s regiment billowed into the Court and took their
positions with deadly precision.
“Lucien, come closer.”
Lucien strode three steps across the chamber and fell to one
knee in front of her. She glided slowly around him, and placed her hand between
his shoulder blades. The room took a collective gasp as he quietly shivered.
“Rise, my most trusted Captain.” He did. She stepped in
front of him, looking up.
“Come closer.” She breathed.
“My lady-“ Lucien began to protest.
“Shhh.” Her eyes met his. She glanced down and his eyes
followed. She held a jewel-encrusted dagger emblazoned with The Royal Hapsburg
Crest, hilt towards him.
“My last command.”
“My lady! No!” Lucien screamed a horrible whisper.
“I dreamt that our next life was radiant. Please, Luc, I beg
you. The end for you would come just as quickly.” Her eyes welled.
Lucien quivered. How could he?
Lucien looked around at the confusion in the court. His
Second’s eyes narrowed and reached for the hilt of his sword. Lucien turned to
look back at the Queen.
“Mariana. You are my light.” He whimpered.
Tears streaked down her face.
Lucien takes the knife.
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