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Jake couldn’t believe anything he was seeing. There, in the middle of the arena, on a podium, was his prince. His Dirk. The blonde’s hair was a mess and he seemed to be numb to the whole concept of his death. He stared at the crown with a dead look, no sunglasses to hide the orange in his eyes. How could he be so calm in such a ring of chaos?
People shouting filled Jake’s ears and he knew, even if he screamed, Dirk wouldn’t hear the Brit calling his name, but he still tried. Jake took a long deep breath and put his hands near his mouth to make himself louder before he screamed out.
“Dirk!!!! “
Dirk looked up and searched the crowd until he saw a familiar shade of forest green. Tears filled his eyes and he had to look away for a moment. How could he let Jake see him like this? No amount of shame could ever fill how much he felt in this moment. His sins did not deserve this type of punishment. Beheading? Sure, it seemed only fair since Dirk killed numerous men. But Jake being here? Seeing him get killed in front of a court of judges? Never in a lifetime.
“Dirk!! “He heard again and this time, he looked up and stared at Jake, displaying a small comforting smile.
“Jake! Jake, I love you! "Dirk yelled out. For once, the court fell silent, so Dirk took the opportunity to keep talking. He might as well confess.
“I’ve killed men and I’ve ruined a nation! But I swear to myself, I love you with everything I have! “
Boos filled the spaces between his words, growing louder by the time he finished talking. The noise made Jake’s head spin and before he knew it. Dirk was being lowered down, head shoved into the guillotine.
“No!! He didn't do it!! “Jake cried out, desperately trying to make himself heard within the crowd. But it was too late. Dirk was being blindfolded and the executioner was hearing no complaints. Jake looked away just in time as the executioner let go of the rope, beheading the king at his neck.
Jake sobbed and fell to his knees while other people cheered and hollered in delight. How could they be so happy with death? What happens when they die? Would they still be as happy?
The crown starts to dissipate but Jake stays kneeled on the down, sobbing into his hands. They couldn’t even be bothered to clean up Dirk’s body. Jake peeked up. Only for a moment and wailed as he caught sight of blood and tuffs of blonde hair. He could just imagine the royal family now. Stoic and stone faced until they’re behind closed doors. Dave..would he be crying? Would Roxy get drunk to forget? What would Rose do?
Jake could barely think with his lover, dead, not even ten feet away from him. Jake would miss him too much to ever go on. He had one thing he needed to do. Jake stood up and made his way back to the castle, making his way inside. He ignored Roxy’s comforting words and Dave’s stare. Jake walked down the steps and to the armory. People had to die for what they've done.
He grabbed a sword and made his way back outside. He had a mission that he must complete, as Dirk’s knight and as his lover. He put the sword into his carrier and walked through the town, heading straight for the church.
Jake opened the doors to the chapel and stepped through the halls until he found Jane, the town priest, sitting in front of a cross. He said nothing as he drove the sword into her back and through her chest. Arrows from other guards flew past him but he stayed put, staring down at jane as she died. It was her decision after all. Suddenly, an arrow hit his shoulder, piercing his skin. More pierced his legs and back until he fell. He felt the tip of a sword press into his neck and with a deep breath, everything went black.