The day was rainy, making the muddy and rough roads. Every jolt of the carriage she felt like were on a ship in full torment and she wished been, preferred a thousand times face a rough sea during a storm than face the cruel fate she was being sentenced.
Always loved the nature, the forest, the smell of rain, and look at the landscape brought some comfort at this time. Slowly closing her eyes and clearing her mind of all worries, focuses on the smell of pine, trying to memorize this before faced the bad smells of the city.
Morbidly faced the printing of the carriage. It was shabby and dirty, very different from the luxury carriage that was used. Although the luxury in which she had lived was the last thing she thought about at this moment. Gradually the green landscape is replaced by shacks and farms and muddy road for stone road, when more will come into the city more people were seen, everyone looked to the carriage and many tried to catch a glimpse of the celebrated person was inside.
Upon reaching her destination, a footman opened the carriage door waiting for her departure, offering her help to quit.
Escorted by two guards, head high, up the two steps of the scaffold. The crowd was jubilant with spectacles would watch. Entire families; men, women and children would see the fall of the monarch.
Looking at the crowd, her eyes looking to find the far bleachers, the cold blue eyes that longed to face again. In silent supplications she looked at him, but he did nothing to not look away from her, broken her heart again.
Looking at the package he had in his arms and the little boy of distinct curls in the maidservant's lap, her heart warms and agonizing pain to take. She wanted to scream and fight against everything and everyone, expose the truth to her loved one and take their children in her arms, running away together to far away to where they could have a full and happy life away from all that threaten their happiness.
It is indifferently she hear the secretary reread the sentence. Could only look at the three figures that were worth her life, this life would come to an end. Soon she forgives the executioner for what he would do, kneels before the block, leaving her free neck to the blade of the ax, holding the small third that was in her hand, she closes her eyes tightly while waiting for the coup that put an end to his martyrdom, muttering small praying in favor of her soul and loved ones would be alive.
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His breath hitching to see her in front of him, he could not face her at this time, not with the tragic outcome that history would have.
As if aware of what was happening around her, his daughter whimpered in his arms, fidgeting her small body in protest at his father's lap, rocking her he tries to calm her.
The servant offered to take up the little princess, but he refused to help.
Opening her eyes, she looks him in anguish with her intense brown eyes, identical to her mother.
Holding her against his chest, now he has the awareness how will be difficult to look his children after this day, after the day, when he sentenced the mother of his children to the death.
"Oh Regina, what did you do?" Robin muttered in disgust and pain, looking for the woman who knelt ready to receive her sentence.