Long Live The King

"My throat felt dry as I looked out at the scared faces. Did these innocent children and people really need to witness this? They deserve this, my fathers voice whispers in my mind, squishing any guilt that I felt. I pulled on my rough leather gloves and walked to the other end of the courtyard, my boots clicking loudly through the mornings silent air.

I picked up the executionors sword that was proped against the guards wall. I searched the crowd as I balanced the sword in my palm, I almost dropped it as I met his eyes. "Traitor, you are just like your father!", his betrayed voice echoed in my mind. I could not bear to meet the fury and raw agony in the eyes of someone that used to be so close, and hastily look down to the sword.

I strode back to the prisoner in shakles in the center of the court yard. All eyes were on me, and it was like I could specifically feel my fathers eyes on my back urging me on. I tried to ignore that the person kneeling before me, fear and confusion in their innocent eyes, was someone I had grown to care for.

I lifted the sword, which now seemed to be ten times heavier, and felt tears that had been building up pour as I swung the sword down."
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My name is Leandra Morgenstern. I've been with my father all my life, and im about to learn soon that he isn't the man that I know