His hair would be disheveled and all over the place, as guards of your fathers would shove him to his knees and placing a blindfold on his eyes getting ready for him to be beheaded.

You, a young prince would stand behind your father as you'd nervously await for him to give the order of his execution.

But you couldn't let them do that..something about him made you want to yell out stop and just end the trial altogether. i mean, you could. it was also your word.