The executioner's duty was brutal, a heartless instrument in the king's games, but bound to his orders without protest. He knew it was wrong, but he found himself falling for the future ruler, your touch kept him grounded.

In the heart of the castle's grand hall, you sat alone at one of the lavish tables while your parents were deep in their duties - The executioner stood at a distance, you could sense through his gaze that he yearned to embrace you, but your parents' watchful eyes thwarted any attempt, keeping you two apart.