As I stand, I can feel the heat of the sun down the back of my neck, soon I would feel nothing.
I keep my head to the ground for I am in shame. Shame for my father, shame for myself and most of all shame for the people of Nottingham, for I have beaten. A tear slips down my cheek, all my emotions that I have been so desperate to hold have finally hit me, and I am to die a traitors death.
I have never been classed as a traitor until now, as I walk out from my room, walking in my drapes, down until the gallows. It is a short walk but my footing is weak from the lack of foot that I have ate this morning. If I was to die, it would have been my late meal. Fatigue creeps in and I am dragged like the coward I am, the failure that I am, down into . Keeping my head held down, we go past a few nobles that I used to call friends, they too look at me with pity in their eyes. I don't deserve Pity, I don't deserve anything. I feel numb and sorrow, who would look after the people when I was gone? They couldn't rely on Robin all the time.
I sigh a little, as realisation hits and I know Robin doesn't even know, all the times I had watched and witness the fear in the prisoners eyes as they were about to be hung, Robin had always saved them, but not today, not this hanging. For I was out of options and ideas, there was no escape from my fate and I had to bare that this was the end. Struggling against my shackles, the sun penetrates my skin, causing me to shield my eyes from the sun, I am placed behind Gisbourne, he too to shamed of my actions to look at me.
"You will hang" he says as I stand behind him, my lady ship has no meaning anymore as I would have stood beside him once. I hear the betrayal in his voice, he clears his throat and looks down at my wrists; which are battered and bruised, I rub them together and hear him mutter under his breath. I'm too sadden to care, for I have lost his trust, his head and his heart.
The drums start and I feel something break inside me, I feel no pain but numbness, it seems they says you can't shatter your heart but I have shattered my soul and their spirit.
"People of Nottingham" Guy starts, he clears his throat again and people start to gather and look up towards the noose and back at me. Guards laugh as I try slip out of my shackles but it is no use. I don't want this, I don't want to die, I scream to myself. I feel vulnerable as people stare and shake their heads.
I take my stand on the platform, as I feel myself shake.
For this was the end of the Nightwatchman. And it was the end for me.