Yay! Chapter 4 has been mysteriously poofed onto my computer… oh no, wait… that was just me, typing away at 25 WPM… Just a little note, I don't believe that any chapter will ever be as long as chapter 2. At least, 4 and 5 aren't anywhere near as long… but with finals… chapter 7 could be VERY long.
Disclaimer: I own no people, places, things, or ideas belonging to Tamora Pierce.
The Death
My eyes watered,
But like the princess
I had been
And like the empress
I had become,
I held back tears.
It was the courtyard stones
That caught my eye.
Looking down
Made me feel shame,
But I could not look,
Without reaction,
Into Kaddar's eyes.
They began the charges,
Listing falsehoods:
Plotting,
Attempted regicide,
Treason.
There were no accusations
Of infidelity.
Kaddar could not deny
That I was a good wife,
For he knew
That the people knew
That I would never do that.
They loved me
And would protest
If I were killed
On charges so asinine.
They finished,
They stood,
And I stood too,
Raising my head.
It was my turn.
No fanfares for me,
The once beloved empress,
Not anymore.
Custom said I could speak,
And I never go against Custom.
"I love Carthak,
I love my people,
I love you Kaddar.
I only regret
That I cannot stop this madness
Before I enter Death.
Goodbye."
I ran,
Not expecting to make it.
I didn't.
At the gate
Something hit my back,
An arrow.
I turned and saw
My Kaddar
Holding the bow.
Goodbye.
A/N: Yes, I know her speech is pathetic, but honestly, would you give a whole poem-lecture on right and wrong right before you die? No. And she knows Kaddar has lost it… Hence none of the common pleading and begging.
By the way, I got this up just ten minutes after the last one... okay, so maybe it was 15. Still, that's really good, huh?