this morning #587.

this morning, as a crowd gathered around him, filling the square, his regal head was about to be on the chopping block. the reason? high treason. he was TOTALLY innocent & had made a last-minute plea to his people but, at this point, there was no point in trying to change their minds. they had spoken, as they say. fait accompli, as they say. for a fleeting moment hours earlier, in the presence of the priest, he’d had a flash of hope. now he could see that he was just being foolish. during his rule, affairs hadn’t gone his way at all & now he had to pay for his mistakes. he’d always known that his name would go down in history. he lost his head hoping it’d be for something other than this.