The corpse fell to the ground, Araegon fell to the ground, mud in his face as he lay there having his last breath as dust flew out of the surface where his head was resting motionless.
Kit cried out loud, I cried out loud, there was no use of crying.
Our cries drowned to the murmurs and chitchats of the people.
The highest Lord was seeing the corpse, he was seeing it with a child like eagerness, trying to solve the mystery of the words Aregon last spoke.
More than the death of him, his last words were more interesting to the people.
The two people in front of us murmured in soft tone.
'Do you know what he said? '
'No, he spoke in the language of slaves, no one in the whole city knows that language.
The nobles were silent, Ser Larry's father was silent, the men who praised him, the men who mocked him, the men who ignored all fell silent.
I guess this was the highest honor he get as a slave, a minute of silence.
The dungeon gates opened with a bang, this wasn't a coincidence it had to be ordered by somebody to be opened.
The corpse's little boy came running towards him, the same clothes he wore, his scarless body, was now in more contrast with his dad's body which was full of holes.
His steps became slower and slower as his distance became shorter, I guess something told him that he shouldn't hurry this time.
He approached the body with silence, the half eaten buttered bread in his hand was fresh even with some freckles of dust in it.
He knelt near to the body.
'Dad! I only ate half of it, you can have the rest '
'Dad... Dad'
He shook the corpse with his one hand the other one still tightly gripping to the piece of bread.
'Dad, why are you sleeping, wake up! wake up! Don't sleep like mom! wake up'
He shook the body harder with every passing second.
'Please! Please! Please! Please..... Get up '
'You said you would always wake up! You said you wouldn't ever sleep like mom!'
His hand had blood on it, his hand feeling every single injuries in his dad's body .
'Why are you doing this to me! You said, you will be with me! Speak to me, speak to me! .... please'
His shoutings were drowning but not a single tear in his eyes.
The highest Lord had finally gotten bored from the boy.
'Take him to the dungeon! This is no place for such disgraceful activities! '
A knight came rushing to the boy in his armor, all geared up to pull the baby boy from the corpse.
The boy was practically shrieking , as the guard dragged him by hair and started walking towards the dark cold dungeon.
The messenger stood up from his seat and bowed against the highest Lord.
'My grace, should we feed the slaves to the vultures'
The old hag smiled.
'No, tie his corpse in front of the dungeon, let the little swine see his father rot! '
'A great warrior is always born through anger and rage'
The chained dog was losing life as his master's body got cold, its barks drowned as it got closer to the corpse .
The dog was getting closer as the son was dragged away, finally it licked its masters face with its littlest metallic tongue.
It hopped on to the corpse with no noise, as if it's feet were padded, it patted down the cold body with its legs making a place for it.
The dog slept in its cold place that was his masters body and the shape of the dog dissolved into ordinary chain.
The messenger who was still standing faced towards the stadium.
'The slave Aregon has failed his trial and disgraced us '
The little boy shouted out loud as he was struggling to get his hair out of the grip of the big knight.
'My father's name is Araegus! , not Araegon'