Dilectus Miles- a medieval lgbtq romance

Part seven

The next time my eyes opened I saw that I was sitting in a moving carriage headed for a strange place.

My hands and feet were bound but I had been given the right to use my sight and speech.

I asked the coachman where he was taking me, he replied with a hideous laugh and then said "To Spain where your pathetic fate will be met."

Now everything began to clear, I didn't know which thought scared me more, that shortly I will leave life on our earth or that shortly I will be on the same territory where my beloved knight died.

At least I will finally be reunited with him, my late father actually did me a favor, he did what I didn't dare.

Now I stand here in the ranks, closer and closer to the ax that will end all my suffering.

I'm almost starting to long.

When I finally reach the stage, I put my head down so I could see the audience.

Suddenly I see a familiar face...

"Sorry, I didn't know it would end like this, all I wanted was for you to be safe and you couldn't be if I was in your life." says Johan, his tears are running down like a big river from his cheek, he's sobbing so hard it's hard to hear what he's saying as he continues his next sentence. "I-I, I-I ... I love you, and..." the ax hits the ground and everything goes dark.