It was a cold winter's morning as the execution unfolded. One was already dead, beheaded and burned, and the other on her knees, sobbing quietly.
"You should not have run away from me, Athenodora." A blond man stepped towards the kneeling woman. His voice was cold as ice, betraying no emotions. "You must have known I would have no choice but to make an example of you if you were caught."
"It doesn't have to be like this," Athendora said through her tears. "Amara is dead. There is nothing else for me to do but to go home with you. You are my husband, Caius. I still love you. Please," she sobbed, "Let me return to Volterra with you. Amara is dead now; you have had your vengeance."
Caius looked down at this sobbing, pleading woman. Anyone else who looked upon her would have felt some sort of pity for her. But not him. He could not see a woman who deserved to be pitied; all he saw was the wife who committed adultery, who deserted him and made him look like a fool. And how would he look if he simply let her go.
"My dear Athenodora," he bent down so that they were eye-to-eye, "It is true that I missed you. But I am sorry, my love. I must do this."
And reaching out to her, he tore off her head, and tossed it on the ground beside her body.
"Burn it," he growled, and turned to walk away.
This would be the example. This was what would happen to traitors, even to the beloved wife of a leader.
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Three As | Caius Volturi
FanficFour months ago, Caius had no choice but to have his wife Athenodora executed. She had run away with Amara, one of the Volturi Guard, and Caius knew he had to make an example of them both. Now Caius must figure out how to move on with his life. Bu...
