As the sun began to set, the landscape was bathed in a warm, golden light.
Federick was already positioned to observe the outcome of his decision. Where the sun did not reach, and the shadows were present.
In the center of the square was the large stage where the execution would take place.
With a long sigh, he looked at the sky longingly.
The sky was painted with shades of pink, orange and violet, blending into a majestic display of color.
"A great scene to watch a... scene." Federick commented with a sarcastic smile.
But their greatest attention was concentrated on the retail plaza. He wasn't uncomfortable or hopeful...
The air was filled with the sweet aroma of blooming flowers and the sounds of nature, creating a festive and happy atmosphere.
As the sun sank into the sky, the atmosphere began to change.
The previously empty square began to fill. The bustle slowly covered the sound coming from nature.
The air became cooler and the sky took on a darker hue.
The weather was ideal, like a sarcastic joke, for what was to come.
And with the ringing of bracelets, nine dancing heads hung lifeless.
It was when he saw a troubled face in the distance. With the jingle of his system, a small smile formed on his lips.
But it was not his interest, nor current.
Instead, Federick carefully observed the impact of the events on his citizens. Previously, his recognition did not extend beyond the figure of his grandfather, and his potential future status.
Who was not involved in politics due to his young age nor was he notable for any special activity. Especially due to the poor state of communication at the macro level of the city.
If we didn't count the end of Leonardo... That's why he decided to use active tactics. Analyzing and organizing your thoughts over time.
Thus, he contacted a servant, named Thomas. He was a compassionate man, who once heard a rather idiotic suggestion.
"Charity for the poor and needy, is the vaporization of happiness to a greater state. I invite you."
So, faced with the imminent end, early in the morning he approached him with a suggestion.
Thomas, who had previously noticed that there was a certain percentage of poor and elderly people who were experiencing difficulties, decided to immediately accept with zeal.
Despite the reserves he had saved, Federick actually had to borrow money from his mother to carry out his action.
Perla, who felt moved by her little son's request, immediately agreed to "loan" a considerable sum.
Thomas was responsible, as he immediately set about prosecuting the case. Taking up most of your afternoon.
With a certain percentage of the trust, he visited the local market and bought food, clothing and other necessities for those in need.
Well he received the money, he immediately thought of carrying it out on the first day. But to his surprise, an event of considerable magnitude happened.
The summoning and hanging of those punished.
First he thought of denying the action and doing it the next day. But Federick urged it to be done anyway.
Without any voice or vote, he had to do it.
He made sure to visit those who were sick or disabled and offered words of encouragement and comfort.
As Thomas went about his work, he encountered a variety of emotions. Some people were grateful and tearful, thanking him profusely for his kindness.
Others were skeptical and hesitant, unsure whether they could trust this stranger offering help.
But Thomas was patient and kind, taking the time to listen to their stories and offer them hope.
He was a well-known idealistic "tramp", who dressed in simple but clean clothes.
He knew it was going to be a gradual task, but was convinced and willing. Today was the beginning and the end had no horizon.
He was a tall, lanky man, with a shaved head and a full beard, and his eyes shone with compassion as he interacted with the people he met.
But contrary to his expectations, his activity ended earlier than expected. He was contacted by another servant, and was now heading back in the direction of the Royal Plaza.
"He asked me what the Prince's urgency is." Thomas questioned himself silently as he watched through the carriage window.
In a quarter of an hour it had arrived. He prepared to contact Federick, but watched as a figure prostrated pitifully in the direction of the horrible scene of the execution.
The nine bodies were never removed...
He approached cautiously but with compassion. The figure in question was a skinny and weak young man, dressed in dirty clothes.
"I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear." The young man repeated incessantly, his mouth dry.
When he was about to touch the subject's back with the intention of comforting him, he felt a touch from behind. When he turned around, he saw that it was who he was originally looking for.
Federick greeted him with a smile. But to Thomas' surprise, he turned his attention to the pitiful young man.
Thus, he delicately handed a considerable sum of money into the young man's hands. Who received them with trembling hands and eyes covered in disbelief.
Federick formed such a smile that his eyes turned into another.
"It was her". Federick said in a smiling whisper.
The young man pressed the coins against his body without saying anything. Tears fell from her eyes without stopping.
Thomas watched the action of his next king with a big smile.