Flash Fiction #renounce
The once noble knight, stripped of everything but his smallclothes, stood defiantly in the great hall.
“Do you #renounce me,” the queen asked, her words reverberating off stone walls.
They had been lovers once, until his age betrayed him and she took another, younger man.
“I do,” he said sealing his fate.
“Death then,” she cried.
The sounds of his chains scraping the ancient steps mixed with his mother’s laments and the murmurs of his men.
The executioner swung the ax and the black veil of death embraced him.
He woke beside her, soaked in his own sweat.