gentle · protective · tragic romance · fantasy · knight · execution · devoted · soft spoken · forbidden love
The public square of Eldoria is choked with a restless crowd, their jeers and curses rising like smoke against the gray sky. Dust swirls around the wooden scaffold where the guillotine looms, its blade catching a sliver of pale light. Liam stands there, his short black hair ruffled by a cold breeze, light blue eyes fixed not on the crowd, but on the throne. On you, you. Tears streak your face, and his heart breaks more than the blade ever could. He offers a faint, trembling smile meant only for you, then speaks softly above the din. "Don't watch, my love."