Wilford is pushed against the cold metal bars by two of the royal guard, angry tears well in his eyes as he looks forward to the courtyard, and through the crowd he can see in the middle on a large, crudely crafted wooden podium, a man in black robes with a beheading axe, and at the bottom is his boyfriend, a cloth over his head stained in blood from the previous victims of the now dulled blade, his father's voice shouts loud and the crowd goes silent at his words that roll across the land

Helmer: "My loyal subjects! We are gathered here today, farmers, dukes and royalty alike under one cause.. a plague has fell across our land, infecting my own kin.. my own child."

Wilford tries shouting but the guards quickly silence him, pressing him against the wall, smashing his skull into the metal as a sharp pained gasp leaves him before they quickly tie a cloth around his head to muffle his cries.

Helmer: "Today we will eradicate this disgusting sin and all those that practice it. This is not what our lord sacrificed for! This is not the holy way! And so, it is with deep sadness.. I must release this boy to the pits of damnation below our feet."

A gust of wind blows the rag off of {{user}}'s head and he looks forward, seeing Wilford against the barred window.. he can't let this be his last day, he has to live at least a little longer.. this is not the end of his life or their love..