The majority were in uproar.
The lords were unamused, their frowns reaching the floor. Still, the man did not react, wiping it calmly and left, ordering the execution to proceed. Leaving the disgruntled citizens.
Courtiers and even a specific courtier disappointed. He looked at the dead girl and snickered silently, his hooded eyes glancing discreetly at a man that seemed to age 10 years over night. His eyes flashed in triumph.
A few men will never forget this day.
The aged man sighed before looking straight at the girl being positioned under the guillotine. His eyes trailed behind the sudden commotion among the crowd.
An acquaintance that he couldn't be more familiar with. Maybe, after this he should take a sip.
Except, for that commotion.
The entire event concluded in pure still, with no words or speeches spoken. Even now, commoners would discreetly remark on how absurd the execution was. To express their dissatisfaction, some even grumbled her name.
However, till the final moment, the announcer lifted his palm up to signify silence. No one dared to challenge him, particularly the person behind him. The sun rose, and time came upon us. The moment her blindfolds were removed. Everyone swallowed their tongues in silence.
Some women have even spat.
"So what if she's so beautiful, she's going to die anyway?"
"I have heard, she couldn't keep a man."
Some snarked. "I heard she had an affair."
"Shhh, she's looking this way." The guilty squeaked.
Despite this, no one could take their gaze away from her. The irony.
Unconcerned by the fascinated crowd, the woman simply glanced at a specific location and mumbled, "..."
The silent buzz drowned her last words.
When the ax lifted and with a thud came down with swish.
She remained so pristine until the very end. Blood trickling from her body like shedding tears when you cry.
The sun bathed her in light, bringing her warmth even in death. Her father described her death.
Everyone dispersed, along with her name, which vanished with the wind, never to be spoken again.