Prince of the Kingdom of Prona, Nell.
Having received proper education from his childhood, he was not an authority-drunk jerk. He was not arrogant and had an actually good personality.
There was nothing special about him, but most agreed that under him, the kingdom will have a stable rule.
And this prince was now lying in his room, quivering under a blanket.
– Pull the heretic to the guillotine!
– Haul the prince to the guillotine!
– Overthrow heresy! Overthrow the Prince!
The angry voices of the masses still echoed in his ears. They seemed unwilling to stop unless the prince was hung on the guillotine.
'The guillotine… the guillotine…!'
Wasn't decapitation by guillotine a death penalty used to publicly execute vicious criminals?
So why him?
Why? What wrong did he commit?
The prince trembled as he recalled the sharp blade of the guillotine glinting under the harsh sunlight.
"Prince!"
The door swung open and his escort knight barged in.
