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The day of Nora's execution arrived. She had her hands tied in front of her and the rope attached was being held by a knight on a horse. The people outside were furious but knights stopped them from getting close to Nora. It didn't stop them throwing things at her though. People threw rotten food and rocks at he as she was paraded to center of the capital. She was bare foot in and in a torn dirty dress. She was a lot skinner as she hadn't eaten or drank anything in two days.

She got multiple cuts and bruises from having things thrown at her along the walk, and the knights pulled her up and tied her to a stake. We sat there watching.

"Peter don't do this! it's not true! Please believe me she's a lying witch!" She screamed, as she begging him to believe her.

"For the crimes of murder of the first price, my mother the queen consort, my father the advising emperor, and the Duke, the queens brother. Your punishment is to be burned at the stake. Once for each of your victims or until you are nothing but ashes. Do you have anything you wish to say my queen." Peter's voice boomed over the crowd.

"I hope you burn in hell internally for your crimes." I spoke as calmly as I could as a few tears slid down my face.

"I would of been queen if you just would of died in battle! Everything that happened was your fault! I'm supposed to be the queen!" She screamed as the guards moved to light the bottom as the pile of wood on fire.

The people cheered as the she started to scream in pain. She was eventually engulfed in flames. The smell was horrible as her flesh burned, but the people stayed and cheered anyways. To them a villain was dying. She would of had a much quicker death if it wasn't for her killing my son. Peter held me at his side and the people saw a united and grieving couple. By the end of the fourth burn Nora was nothing but ashes not even her bones remained. The next day would be a funeral for 3.

We returned together that night and shared the same bed chambers. I had been by myself the night before and had nightmares about our sons death so Peter decided we would share one. He hadn't been able to sleep anyway.

I had dreamt about my son we were out running in the field than I couldn't find him anymore. I searched and searched calling his name. Then I finally found him bleeding reach out for me. I held him in my arms and he died and started to decay. There were bugs crowding on him as he decayed in my arms. I woke up and screamed and cried. Peter held me in his arms as I cried. He knew I was heartbroken and taken his death extremely hard. What parent wouldn't. He didn't even make it to a year old because of them. I cried in Peters arms until I drifted off again.

That morning we both got ready. I had a long black dress prepared. We had all three of there bodies put into coffins and they were paraded to the burial grounds. The people followed with flowers and also mourned. We reach the burial grounds and a child came up to me. A little girl that couldn't of been more then 7 or 8. She pulled on the skirt of my dress and held out a flower when I looked down at her. Her mother ran over and curtsied and apologized. I told her it was ok. I held the flower the child had given me. There was a group of priests there that completed a ceremony for burial rights. People laid flowers down after they were buried and paid there respects. That's when I collapsed.

My heart aches and the smell of food made me feel sick. I woke up in bed with Peter at my side. The doctors said I used to much of my energy. When I killed those two men, it was magic my body couldn't handle but only was able to form due to my extreme emotions. They said it took a toll on my heart and my time from this point on would be limited.