"Almighty, Supreme, thank you very much for another day of life," I prayed kneeling on the floor, looking at the only window in my room, "thank you very much for allowing me to be the chosen one to enforce your law. I do not feel worthy of such an honor, but I will do my best to live up to what you expect of me."
Who'd say? A nobody like me had been chosen for such a mission. That was a consequence of my dedication and my faith in the Almighty father.
I finished praying and headed off to fulfill my duties as Queen's maid. My fellow maids were still devastated by Emma's death.
"She was not a traitor!" One of them cried.
Emma's head was impaled on the town square with a sign reading 'this is the fate of traitors.'
For Queen Antonete it was not enough to torture and kill a traitor, but she also had to publicly humiliate a condemned man or woman.
