"We are gathered here today to witness the exiqustion of Elizna Roselind. She has been charged with deciete of the royal Court, dressing above her class structure and speaking to Our Queen directly, a peasant no less." Spat the man.
"Do you deny these charges?" asked the Queen above a balqueny seated beside crown prince. His eyes a storm, with his face of ice.
"N-no, I, I do not" she breathes. She's smelling worse then she ever did before. Those stockings truly are torture especially if noblemen and women come daily to spit and chide and throw rotten fruit at you.
"Well then, she has confessed. Off with her head!" The queen bellows. Liz looks into the eyes of a women that told her to call her mother. She looked to the man she thought loved her. Is this how it ends. By decapitation?
At least it is quick.
"One last word for this lowly peasant" she called to the queen. The queen waved her hand in acceptance. "I loved you like my real mother, your majesty" the crowed got stirred at her statement. "I love you, Farron, but never again, not in this lifetime nor the next!" she finally bellowed. Crown Prince Farron shut his eyes and turned his head. Heart beating dum, dum.
He felt nausease just to think of her getting hurt, but killed, he'd never see her gorgeous brown eyes again, nor feel her soft lips against his, nor touch her face.
"That is enough!" Yells the official. They forced Liz down to her knees. Her eyes found those of her aunt and uncle. They are the reason she's in this mess, she gave them a kind smile. "I forgive you" she adds quickly
No use in regretting she is already dead.
Finally she could rest, was her thoughts.
She could almost hear her mother and father calling to her from the life beyond death. She warmly embraced the fact that she'll see them again. No more suffering. No more work, she will be loved and cared for and forgiven when she makes mistakes. She will have her own bed, her own clothes, just for her. Just like in the castle.
With enough courage. She braved one last look to Farron. Tears welled in his eyes. 'I love you' was what the shape of his lips said to her. Wishful thinking once more.
'I'm sorry'
Was all she saw before.
YOU ARE READING
The Sumptuary Law
Fiksi SejarahElizna Roslindale is a peasant, who lost her family in a tragic public beating and was later handed off to her aunt and uncle whom were one of the richest merchants in the kingdom. They were situated in the upper middle class of society. Few years...
