What can you do when your loved one is being treated like a criminal for loving another man? How can anyone see and say they should be punished to what is happening right now?
My dear Jared was crying again and again. He's just a boy and yet they are forcing him to admit that he committed a crime. Heftan was yelling and yelling when he saw his lover being questioned and crying. How can anyone watch this sad separation of two lovers?
I want this all to stop. I can't look. I don't want to hear their cries.
"I swear I will kill you all!" Heftan yelled.
And I knew.... He will be sentenced to death.
"Your Majesty!...." I couldn't control myself so I spoke up. "... there isn't any law that says a man shouldn't love another."
"Nonsense! It is there in our scripture written for the Gods." The people from the Church said.
"That was written by men, there isn't any proof that God said these words"
"Are you defying the Gods? Duchess!"
"No I'm not. I'm questioning it. In what world would a God who loves his children deny such innocent love."
Ah there was silence no one spoke up. How ironic that they claim something they don't see fit as the God's words.
"Enough! Order in the court! We will get back to the trial." The judge said.
I took a seat back but I knew I knew by now everyone hates me. Thankfully there weren't that much people here. Just nosy nobles who had nothing to do.
The Royal family still stayed quiet for a long time. Perhaps they knew what the outcome will be.
My heart pounded as the trial finally came to an end and the final judgement was given, "For your crimes for attempting murder to our beloved Emperor I sentenced you to death, Heftan Calisis."
These are the words that I last heard amongst the cheers and the agony cries of Jared. The people cheered as the boy wept for the lost of the lover. How can they still laugh and smile? I don't know. I couldn't do anything, I was a Duchess and yet I couldn't do anything.
Jared was pardoned for he's still just a boy led on by a criminal. For that I thank the Gods but at the same time I feel hatred why didn't the Gods help this love?
The death sentence was to be held in the prison and so only a few important people was allowed to attend as witnesses.
For the next few days I haven't heard from anyone. My husband and I never crossed paths. We were back to how we were in the beginning and I wasn't allowed to leave the duchy for a while. I buried myself in work. I handled everything a Duchess would just like always. After two weeks I finally got my freedom. I knew this meant that the execution was a success. Heftan was no more. I didn't even know his last name was Calisis.
I ran to the bar as soon as I can. It wasn't open as expected but I'm not angry. It was still early in the morning, by now the bar would've been filled with people to eat food for breakfast but today it's still dull and lifeless. I walked in feeling a bit uneasy. It was empty it looked like it hasn't been opened in a while.
Dust sat on each table and chairs and the spiders web their home on the glasses and plates. My gut feeling is telling me that something was wrong. I called out Jared but there was no reply. I called again and again, and again and again there was no reply.
I fear for the worst, suddenly my body was becoming hotter and I was sweating. I went upstairs to... Their room. A foul smell reached my nose. Like a rotten meat left for days. It was the summer and the humidity was high so any meat left out in the open would get spoilt very easily.
I called again. Hoping that the one I called answers me but still there was no reply. Finally I reached the door. The door to their room and I found the source of the smell was coming from inside.
Ah I shouldn't think of such things but why do I feel as though the smell is from Jared. Surely he must've forgot to clean up right? I wish someone was with me to tell me that that's not true.
The door was locked from the inside so I banged on the door. There was no movement inside. I don't know when but my tears were falling down my cheeks as I yelled out the name at the top of my voice.
Fuck I went downstairs in a hurry and got myself a metal crowbar. I didn't care if I'm invading privacy anymore and so I pryed it open. It took a lot of strength and I was exhausted but I managed to get the door open.
You would think for my hard work the Gods would give me a prize but no. No that's not what they gave me, inside I saw a body hanging from the ceiling. A lifeless, rotten body. The corpse of my beloved younger brother Jared.
I don't know what I did next but I didn't cry because I didn't hear my voice. I don't know what kind of expression I had. I don't remember. All I remember was the body was back on the ground and laid onto my lap.
The smell, I couldn't smell it anymore. It felt as though all my senses went numb. The flies were still hovering around his body. How dare they! I should kill them all. One by one I will kill them. They fly around as if there isn't a dead boy here, they fly around without a care in the world.
Once again I lost my memory. I don't know how long but by the time I got back my senses it was already evening. I should call a doctor and have a proper funeral. And then and then I should kill the flies right? and clean the room.