DanitaMimi

“The daughters of a man like that doesn’t deserve to live.” The crowd chattered angrily, they were ready to tear them apart. “The princesses of Elderslot should be put to death.” 
She raised her head slowly, she glanced at the current emperor of the Aubreun Empire, he wasn’t very much different from how she remembered him; he was only dressed in the clothes of the imperial palace and his name had changed.

 “Heads down you insolent witch!” One of the palace guards snapped before smacking her cheeks, her head snapped to the side and blood seeped from the cut. 

“The princesses of Elderslot should be put to death!” The crowd kept on chanting. “The tyranny of the duchy of Elderslot has come to an end his majesty should do us a favor and kill them all.” 
 “Kill them all!” 

“Show no mercy!” 

“Off with their heads!” 

“Silence!” The Emperor yells and the crowd grew silent. “The house of Elderslot has indeed committed treason against the imperial family and the empire as a whole, but I assure you, the Duke of Elderslot and all those responsible has been executed.” 

     Her heart hammered in her chest, and once again she dared to look up at him, he spoke with a dignified arrogance whilst radiating kingly aura; he was like a stranger. 
 “My verdict is mercy, they shall be given their lives but their positions will be reduced to nothing.” The tears that well in her eyes, slipped and fell to her blooded dress. The Emperor turned in her direction as he spoke. 
“They shall be left with nothing,” their eyes met and his hardened immediately. “Nothing but shame and pain to clothe them.”

Not My Sins

"My lord," A maid yelled as she burst into the duke's office, with a huff, Elias was on his chair smoking his pipe as he read through the morning posters.

"The house has been a bit noisy recently." He murmured as he flipped through the next page. "Where do you think this is? You keep barging into my office without any prior announcement."

"Please forgive me, my lord." The maid realized and dropped to the floor, her head touching the marble flooring of his office.

"The next person to barge into my office would be beheaded." His eyes flitted to the sword that hung on the other side of the room, close to a very huge portrait of himself. "Why did you come in here in a hurry?"

"T-The lady is requesting your presence in her room now." She answered with a light tremble, the duke seemed to be in a bad mood, and at times like this, he killed anyone who didn't do their job right. She would hate to be the first scapegoat.

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