All’s well that ends well….or as it should be.
--unknown
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There is no one who can confirm whether their endeavors were worth it.
Stuck in different places with their silent hopes that their sacrifices will bear fruit, the distance being covered up by the intangible trust is growing farther by the minute. And at the moment, the only person close into seeing the success unfold in his eyes is his highness Gavin Isaac—the crown prince sitting behind the Queen Mother, looking down the execution platform.
If she won’t be here until noon, she’ll be marked safe for a short while. As his heartbeat increases by the second, his eyes did not left the platform, hoping to see no one arriving with a woman dragged into the guillotine. It’s only less than a minute. Struggling to hold himself tog
