Chapter 13- if you cant hang

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I sit in the cold wooden chair, the other girls surrounding me, matching in dark,morbid dresses with equally grim faces, twenty nine soldiers died in yesterdays attack, we are all celebrating there lives at a morbid funeral, i look around noticing nona is missing, i turn to Lexi and whisper "do you know were nona is?" She mouths back "they said she was ill?" My answer arrived a couple of minutes later, when the king stood his face grim and his usually attire replaced by a black suit embellished with medals and chains. " I'm afraid to announce the betrayal of one of our highly ranking guards and a young lady of our fine selected,bring out the accused!" He sat down next to the queen, i gulp trying to deny the inevitable, no, no, no, NO!
I look up to see the tear stricken face of a girl with dark hair,her green eyes glossy and heavy and in suit is a boy with disheveled brown hair, and sad blue eyes, both me and Lexi cry out in sync "NO!" We both try to make our way forward but the guards hold us back, i was to busy pushing and kicking to hear the cool voice of A kind heart, "No father, don't do this, you cant control who you fall in love with!" I felt his eyes glance onto me, the king completely ignores him, we are forced to sit down, my eyes sad and glossy, and my breath coming in big gulps. "Felix Wilcox, you are stripped of all titles you hold and will die traitor, Nona Mcfee, you are stripped of your capti and will die a traitor!" His voice not wavering a bit, i swallow holding back a scream."I sentence you both with 1st degree treason to the princes of Etiam. Death by Hanging!" I hang my head, knowing fighting was futile.
They bring out the hanging contraption, i silently watch as the rap the noose around there necks, and how there bodies just hung there once the floor fell from there feet, i felt nothing, absolutely nothing, i just sat there looking at my sisters lifeless body i don't recognise her, i look at him, i cant even remember his name, i don't want to. I sit there until it the darkness fell, i couldn't move an inch; their bodies left to rot.

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