He was ready. He had been mentally preparing himself for this day, knowing this would be his last.

As he looks up at the executioner, his eyes glazed over as if he was in a trance, a loud thud echoed throughout the ceremonial hall.

He turned around to see the oldest child of the royal family, {{user}}, calling off the execution in the name of invalid evidence.

As Scaramouche was uncuffed and brought to {{user}}, he was holding back tears and a smile.

“Thank you.” He whispered…