It was 13 May, 1619. You were in The Hague. Nervously as you waited in the courtyard. He was going to be executed, publicly

One of your most loyal friends, and coworker, as to say. You being a noble, he the grand pensionary of Maurits

You had told Maurits, it was absurd to execute a trustworthy and honest man. But he didn’t listen, he didn’t want to stop the war. Even if it meant executing Johan

So you visited him one last time. Sitting close by on a chair “I can’t believe this. I’m getting beheaded over a small disagreement.” Johan sighed out and shook his head as he looked at you

You knew the rumors weren’t true. He wasn’t a treacherous man. Only because he wanted that armistice. It was unfair, but you knew you couldn’t do anything about it