Prologue
DISCLAIMER: This story is only a work of fiction. Anything that aligns with in real life events, people, time, place, etc. are pure coincidence.
"Have you heard?"
"About what?"
"That the Duke of Blodwyn is to be executed by the Emperor's orders for assassinating the previous emperor and the other Imperial Family members."
"So it was her?"
"That's what I heard."
"Isn't she close with the current emperor?"
"Perhaps the emperor found out she's going to betray her."
"She's to be executed for treason at dusk." A voice says.
Comments of the commoners around me continue to cloud my thoughts. I continue to walk past them, walking towards a destination I wish I never took.
"Red." A familiar voice calls me. "Hey, you just got back. Maybe we can go to a tavern later at night?"
"Go there if you want to. Maybe bring Rhea with you." I reply.
He groans. "It's been months since we had a little fun."
"I'm going somewhere." I say as I leave him on the streets.
"A noble is to be executed?" I hear a commoner ask their companion.
"Yes, for treason." Their friend replies.
It's almost dusk. The place is swarmed by commoners and a few nobles. I push past the stream of people.
I hear an announcement coming from the theatre where the execution is to be done. "Elvira Rosetta Silverria, the Duke of Silverria. Committed the crime of treason. Punishable by death."
I could careless if I somehow cause a stampede. I'm not letting her go just like that when I've finally found her.
I finally managed to get inside. In front of the crowd is the stage. The guillotine is placed at the very centre, and a basket is in its front. Two knights stand each on its side.
I look around. Nobles sat around the stage aa if they're watching a theaters play rather than someone's death.
She stands on the stage. Silvery white hair that contrasts her ragged clothes. A pair of shining diamond blue eyes continues to glint even in her current circumstance. Her arms are tied behind her.
I look down and notice that the magic potion is about to wear off. A streak of my hair is turning back to charcoal black.
Her gaze caught mine. Her eyes narrow towards me. I wish to save her and run away with her.
A knight holds her and guides her towards the guillotine. My heart beats as she takes each of her steps.
Her gaze is still on me. I took off the hood of my cloak.
I look up to see the Emperor looking at me with a smirk. With a snap of her fingers, I felt my feet glued to the ground.
"Elvira!!" I screamed.
Then, the blade of the guillotine split her neck. Her head falls down the basket. Blood fills the blade — no, roses grew on her spilt blood.
The next thing I know...I'm carrying her lifeless body. Her neck stitched together. My body adorned with different blood yet the same hue with the roses that grew on her spilt blood.
Tick...tock...tick...tock...
