A King’s Final Decree
[Status: WIP] Historical/Romance, 124 words
By Anjela Curtis
The executioner’s ax fell with a resounding crack against the wooden block. A practice swing. The condemned man barely noticed.
Rain camouflaged the tears that soaked his face. Yet, the downpour did nothing to wash away the dark stains ingrained in the wood where he kneeled nor the sorrow that weighed on his soul.
He’d robbed himself, and those who loved her, of her beauty, her grace, her wisdom. Blinded by jealousy and false accusations, he’d lost his head in anger…and she’d lost hers on that very spot.
A body could not live without its heart.
Though his advisors tried, they could not negate the royal writ he’d signed that decreed his own execution.
A slow drum cadence marked the seconds until the end. ■
© 2017 by Anjela Curtis