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Execution
The Execution of Lady Jane Grey
Oh, she’s so innocent. How can I behead her? She’s only 17, too young to be killed and so pretty at the same time. Her cheeks full of pink roses that bloom every time she smiles.
Why does she have to be executed? Her life is unbelievably in my very hands. I can go against it. I can capture her. I could do anything, everything, but do I have the courage to live the risk? Do I have what it takes? Or I could choose to let her life flow through my hands like water. How come no one thinks she’s to blame? She’s lonely, no one with her, beside her, no support. No husband, no father, or anybody else. She didn’t even want to rule, to be ‘Your Majesty’.
I might as well run away and leave everything behind. Then they wouldn’t be able to behead her. But, on second thoughts, can they get another executioner? He will fulfil what I was meant to complete. So what’s the point of running away? Maybe I can prove the fact she’s not guilty.
Look at that pure beauty, pure innocent face. How can I end this life? I have done it many times before, but to kill this innocent person? It’s against my own law. Everyone is so stone-hearted, all rejoice in this occasion for someone who’s about to be killed. I’m so helpless, so helpless. Now everyone is staring at me, their eyes like sharp pricks poking my bravery. Everyone seems impatient, and ready to watch the execution. Well I hope they shall be ready for what will happen now. |
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