Once, on an island called Platir, there was a kingdom called Gryohr. Gryohr was known for its constantly festive atmosphere as couples are constantly walking the street and street vendors are always open. Gryohr has a unique rule, where once a noble is banned from nobility, they nor their descendants are allowed to reach noble hood again.
This story begins with a false beginning, one without the character that it should start with. Instead it starts with his parents. His mother was the daughter of a duke, while his father was just a low ranked mercenary.
As soon as the duke found out about the relationship between the two, he threw out his own daughter to be on the same level as the peasant to spare her from being thrown into the dungeon.
Even if the single act of goodwill may have allowed them a small amount of time to get settled into a new home, and start their own family, it did not last forever. The Mercenary was caught as his son was but an infant, and the Ex-Noble was caught soon after, their son having disappeared completely.
They were chained after a year of constant torment, chained and led by 5 soldiers out of the small damp cell, into a long hallway that has hundreds of other cells that have been going through the same torment as them. Some of the prisoners are screaming or missing limbs, others are just sitting there rocking back and forth quietly.
The guards are silent, none of them seem willing to show empathy for a crime as small as love between the nobles and common folk. They are probably nobles themselves making their resolve even stronger.
The exit to the hallway isn't large or eccentric, it's just a door that doesn't seem like it would be the entrance to such a place, yet it being so plain and normal relieved the couple. After all that they had been through this much is understandable. The stench from the hallway makes the guards go faster as they come closer to the exit.
The short walk comes to an end as they come to the exit, the doors seem to swing open almost effortlessly, causing the couple to feel immense despair. They could have escaped so easily if only they tried, at the knowledge of this fact the woman starts to tear up, and quietly whimper.
The outside of the hall is the exact same as the inside, it seems to scream torment. Although, instead of a hallway it's a courtyard filled with around 50 people, all of them cheering for the death of the couple.
The soldiers in full chainmail walk the couple up to an older looking man standing next to someone with a black hood on their head and a large axe in hand. The man is probably well into his 50s based on the colour of his hair, which is a light grey. Yet, his face lacks the expected wrinkles. His face has no facial hair, nor an expression of content.
"You have broken the rules of our society for far too long, and this fact is unacceptable. No matter who you may be. If you wanted to be together you should have just moved off of the island of Platir, yet you stayed for family. It was a fatal mistake. It is time for you to face the consequences for said mistake." The old man says to the couple before backing away, allowing the wife to be placed with their body next to a block in front of the husband.
The person with the black sack on their head lifts the axe above the head of the wife before raising it and sending it back down directly onto her neck, cutting her head off. After the wife's head was removed it was the husband's turn to be laid right next to the recently dead body of his wife, only to also have his head removed, this time he was crying along with his wife, on their way to the afterlife.