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Today, I die. My father had ordered my execution a week ago.
I had joined a resistance against my tyrant of a father. I was captured and immediatly tried. My mother, my sweet, good mother, had wept when my father read the sentence. Thankfully, my father gave me a nobel's death, rather than a traitor's death. I would be beheaded, not hung.
I heard the door to my cell open and my mother walked in. She was being followed by three women, all in identcal maid uniforms.
My mother smiled at me, though I saw her eyes glistening with tears.
"Mama," I said smiling, standing up from my bed.
Mama ran towards me and pulled me in for an embrace which I gladly returned.
"Oh, darling girl," said Mama.
"Mama, you must be strong," I told her. "I do not regret what I have done."
Mama sobbed and began stroking my back before pulling away and wiping her eyes.
"Amy," said Mama, grabbing my hand and walking me towards the maids. "This is Anne, Margaret, and Catherine."
Each maid bowed when they were introduced.
"Hello," I said before turning to Mama. "Why are they here?"
"Your Papa said that they may help you get ready for--" she struggled saying my fate, "it. He even got you a change of clothes, but he said you must where this with this underneath."
Mama gestured towards Catherine, who unfolded the thin white fabric she had in her hands. It was a thin, white, see-through slip.
I nodded.
"That seems fair," I said.
Mama kissed my cheek.
"Your father expects me back as soon as possible," said Mama, "so I believe I must leave you now."
Mama embraced me tightly again kissing my cheek. I began tearing up. This would be the last time I would be in my mother's eyes.
"Oh, Mama," I sobbed.
Mama pulled apart.
"I love you, dear girl," Mama said.
She kissed my forehead before turning and leaving. I could hear here sobs fading the further she got.
I turned to Anne, Margaret and Catherine. I noticed a package in Margaret's arms.
"Is that the dress I am expected to wear?" I asked her.
"Yes, my lady," said Margaret.
I took it from her and put it on the bed. I opened it and it reaveled a dark green satin dress with gold detailed on the bodice and chiffon off-shoulder sleeves. It was beautiful, but I was confused. Why was Papa doing this for me? I had never been his favorite, no matter how hard I tried. Perhaps he was doing this as a favor to Mama.
I stripped of my red dress that I had worn for the past month and all of the undergarments, but not my black slipper shoes. I shivered once I was naked and once I was in the thin slip that ended before my ankles. I turned and looked in the mirror before they put on the green dress. It was indeed see through. I could see my private parts clearly.
They began to put on the green dress, tying the coret of the dress behind my back.
Finally, Catherine brushed my dark brown curls before putting it up in a bun to make the severing of my neck easier.
We waited for a few moment before a man from the rebellion group I was in, who I now considered to be a coward, Eugene Bateman.
"My lady?" he asked.
"Are you ready?"
I glared at him.
"Yes, Mr. Bateman," I said coldly. "I am ready."
I walked up to Eugene so I stood in front of him. He turned me around, grabbed my wrists and forced them behind my back, tying them with a coarse rope before turning me back around.
"Coward," I hissed quietly through gritted teeth.
"I'm sorry," he said sincerely.
I rolled my eyes.
Eugene looked down before turning around, grabbing my arm and dragging me out of my cell.
He led me out to the courtyard. I was surprised to see about two-hundred people there.
"Why are there so many people here?" I asked Eugene. "Papa said only he, Mama, and Louis would be here."
"He changed it, Amy," said Eugene. "He said it would be open to the public."
So many things wanted to come out of my mouth, but all I said was:
"My name is Amaryllis. Only friends call me 'Amy.'"
I got more and more nervous as I approached the scaffold. It was the I saw there was no block and axe there, but a stool and noose.
I stopped.
"What is it, Lady Amaryllis?" Eugene asked.
"Where is the block?" I asked.
"You father has changed that also, Lady Amaryllis," said Eugene. "You are to hang, not be beheaded."
It was then it hit me: I was going to die. And my own father would make sure of that. I felt tears coming to my eyes.
"Come on, Amy," said Eugene.
Eugene tugged at my arm. I didn't budge. He tugged again, this time with more force, causing my feet to involentarily move. He ended up having to drag me to the steps and all the way up to the scaffold. He handed me over to the executioner, who dragged me to the stool. I screamed and begged the whole way.
"Get on," he told me harshly.
"No," I breathed. "Don't make me."
Tears started pouring from my eyes.
"Don't make me!" I screamed.
The executioner rolled his eyes and hoisted me onto the stool and slid the noose over my neck tightening the slack.The executioner then untied my wrists. Why was he doing that? He began to unlace the corset of my dress and once it was unlace, he slipped the dress of of me so that I was only in my thin white slip. He tied my hands back up. He took my dark brown hair out of its bun and grabbed a pair of scissors. He began unevenly cutting my hair so that it was cropped. He walked in front of me and took off my shoes. and placed chains on my ankles.
I looked at all of the people waiting for me to die. Most of them were nobles and supporters of my father and they couldn't wait to see me die. A small amount of urine began to trickle down my leg.
I looked over to my family. Papa was looking at me with pure hatred. My older brother, Louis, had his arm around my sobbing mother.
"Papa!" I screamed. "Please reconsider. They all wanted you dead. Eugene Bateman wanted you dead! I stood up for you. I told them not kill you! They had plans to assassinate you! I begged them not to! Please, Papa! I'm your daughter! Your only daughter!"
Mama looked at him.
"Please, Thurlow," Mama said. "Don't kill my baby girl."
Papa hushed her.
"Proceed," Papa called.
"No, please, Pap-" I was cut off as the stool was kicked from under me.
I began kicking like mad. I could hear the rattling of my chains. My lungs were begging for air. I tried to jump to get a breath of air. My attempts were futile as the only thing that happened was the noose tighting around my neck.
I felt my tongue fall out of my mouth, leaving a trickle of saliva running down my chest. Finally I felt my bladder release and urine fall down my legs off of my toes until I breathed no more.
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DjEtla Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
It's a good story.
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xgdhyh2000 Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2015
I hope her father gets hanged
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qester64 Featured By Owner Jun 21, 2015
Complete change of plans. Like the total humiliation of the princess hanged nearly naked in public. Quite an entertainment for the audition.
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crazydisneycakes Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2015
I'm sure it was.
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qester64 Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2015
And I think this was the purpose of it.
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Gallows-Girl-Amy Featured By Owner Sep 22, 2014  Professional Digital Artist
Thank you for sharing this, I like it.
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crazydisneycakes Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2014
Thank you!
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