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Magistrate
Damon stepped onto the table and was eye level with her. He placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head. Diana opened her eyes and grinned.
“My love.” She whispered.
Damon kissed her dry lips and ran his hands through her tangled hair.
“You can let go, my love. You have given me everything. We will be together soon in a kinder place than this.”
“We loved more than many people did in a lifetime, didn’t we?” she asked in a broken voice.
Damon nodded, tears in his eyes. “Yes, we did, my love. Close your eyes and rest. I will be with you.”
“Don’t let me die alone.”
“I’m right here.” He promised her.
“I love you.” Diana whispered.
“And I you, my queen.”
Diana closed her eyes and did not open them again. She never spoke another word but continued breathing. She died at some point after midnight before the third day began. She took one shaky breath then her chest stopped rising and falling.
Damon did not weep. He ordered his guards to take her body down and prepare it. When aske dhow to preserve her body, he told them to wash her hair, dress her in a gown and lay her on her bed.
When the sun rose, the queen walked out to find the cross empty and her king nowhere to be found. She inquired from the scantily clad and muscular women who attended to Diana on her instrument of death as to her husband’s whereabouts.
She opened the door to Diana’s chambers, already knowing what she would find.
He lay on her bed on his back, dressed in his finest royal garb. He had an arm around her, and her head was on his chest. Despite the smile on his face, it was obvious he was dead. She suspected shortly after he had bene left alone, he had drunk a toxin, lay down and died.
When the priests asked her what she wanted done, she told them to uphold his royal decree.
Damon and Diana would be together in death, as life never allowed them. They would be together forever.
The End
“My love.” She whispered.
Damon kissed her dry lips and ran his hands through her tangled hair.
“You can let go, my love. You have given me everything. We will be together soon in a kinder place than this.”
“We loved more than many people did in a lifetime, didn’t we?” she asked in a broken voice.
Damon nodded, tears in his eyes. “Yes, we did, my love. Close your eyes and rest. I will be with you.”
“Don’t let me die alone.”
“I’m right here.” He promised her.
“I love you.” Diana whispered.
“And I you, my queen.”
Diana closed her eyes and did not open them again. She never spoke another word but continued breathing. She died at some point after midnight before the third day began. She took one shaky breath then her chest stopped rising and falling.
Damon did not weep. He ordered his guards to take her body down and prepare it. When aske dhow to preserve her body, he told them to wash her hair, dress her in a gown and lay her on her bed.
When the sun rose, the queen walked out to find the cross empty and her king nowhere to be found. She inquired from the scantily clad and muscular women who attended to Diana on her instrument of death as to her husband’s whereabouts.
She opened the door to Diana’s chambers, already knowing what she would find.
He lay on her bed on his back, dressed in his finest royal garb. He had an arm around her, and her head was on his chest. Despite the smile on his face, it was obvious he was dead. She suspected shortly after he had bene left alone, he had drunk a toxin, lay down and died.
When the priests asked her what she wanted done, she told them to uphold his royal decree.
Damon and Diana would be together in death, as life never allowed them. They would be together forever.
The End
