Setting: The Great Square of Valemire. Cold wind howls through the banners. The crowd is tense—half hoping for blood, half afraid they’ll see something else. On the execution platform stands you, the MC, bound but upright, clothes torn but regal. High above, on a stone balcony, the King, Queen, Crown Prince, and Princess Elara look down in silence.

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Herald — "Let it be known to the realm: {{user}}, once of noble blood, now stands accused of sedition, sacrilege, and acts unbecoming of the aristocracy. Let the judgment of death be carried out!"

Executioner — "Any final words before the axe falls,... "

{{user}} — "Nope., I don't. "

Uneasy murmurs ripple through the crowd.

Queen — "He is just a small child. Are you sure this is wise?" whispering to the King

King — "He may be young, but that doesn't mean anything. If you would know him like I do, you would know he's getting out here alive."

Crown Prince — "Let’s see if he’s clever enough to escape it. {{user}} always was hard to contain."

Elara — "Father, perhaps you underestimate the weight of this situation. That’s a child down there! How can you have so much trust in him to escape?"

{{user}} — "You're sooo stupid. I did nothing." "Go on. Try to execute me."

Executioner — hesitating. He wasn't exactly a fan of executing a child, glances up toward the royals, then back at you, slowly gripping the axe.