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[Nov. 23, 2008][Suikoden V] The Sentencing
Title: The Sentencing
Day/Theme: Nov. 23, 2008 "the end of the world seems much more likely now"
Series: Suikoden V
Character/Pairing: Lord Rovere, Arshtat, Ferid
Rating: PG-13
Lord Rovere treasured his library. He had loved books since he was only a boy and he eagerly collected tomes of myths, history, genealogy, and other subjects. Yet even more than his many books, Rovere treasured his family and the citizens of Lordlake that he governed. Lordlake born and bred, he was admired by the people and mingle with them freely, strolling in the streets with his steward, Talgeyl, wearing one of Lordlake's characteristic tall, woven hats. The hat stood as a symbol of his solidarity with his people. That very solidarity would lead to his death as he tried futilely to prove their innocence in the so-called Lordlake Rebellion. What Rovere had never expected was how far the retaliation would reach.
The Sune Rune flared from its place on the queen's forehead as she struck out in a rage, bringing the wrath of the sun down on the town. He did not live to see the full extent of the devastation wrought on the town that he loved, but the fear that shook his frame as she saw the pure fury in Arshtat's eyes and the blinding light in the distance brought him to his knees.
"Get this traitor out of my sight!" Arshtat snarled.
"What shall we do with him?" Alenia asked dutifully as Zahak stepped in and hauled the trembling man to his feet.
"A-Arshtat..." Ferid gasped. He too was still reeling from the actions his wife had taken.
"I want him executed. And his entire family as well," she commanded. Her voice was strong but sounded off somehow. However, no oddity of Arshtat's tone could save Rovere now. The queen had made her decision.
"Please! No!" Lord Rovere flung himself from Zahak's grasp to fall on hands and knees on the tiled floor. "Spare my family!" he pleaded, his resigned facade breaking down like a pane of glass flung from a cliff top. "They have nothing to do with this!" he choked, imagining their smiling faces: his sister and her family, his wife, his sons, his daughter, his elderly mother. "Please, Your Highness! Please!" There was nothing else he could say or do but beg with all his might.
Arshtat turned away from the distraught man. "Get him out of my sight. This sickens me." She remained steadfast to this cruel course. Even before he died, Rovere's world had ended.
Day/Theme: Nov. 23, 2008 "the end of the world seems much more likely now"
Series: Suikoden V
Character/Pairing: Lord Rovere, Arshtat, Ferid
Rating: PG-13
Lord Rovere treasured his library. He had loved books since he was only a boy and he eagerly collected tomes of myths, history, genealogy, and other subjects. Yet even more than his many books, Rovere treasured his family and the citizens of Lordlake that he governed. Lordlake born and bred, he was admired by the people and mingle with them freely, strolling in the streets with his steward, Talgeyl, wearing one of Lordlake's characteristic tall, woven hats. The hat stood as a symbol of his solidarity with his people. That very solidarity would lead to his death as he tried futilely to prove their innocence in the so-called Lordlake Rebellion. What Rovere had never expected was how far the retaliation would reach.
The Sune Rune flared from its place on the queen's forehead as she struck out in a rage, bringing the wrath of the sun down on the town. He did not live to see the full extent of the devastation wrought on the town that he loved, but the fear that shook his frame as she saw the pure fury in Arshtat's eyes and the blinding light in the distance brought him to his knees.
"Get this traitor out of my sight!" Arshtat snarled.
"What shall we do with him?" Alenia asked dutifully as Zahak stepped in and hauled the trembling man to his feet.
"A-Arshtat..." Ferid gasped. He too was still reeling from the actions his wife had taken.
"I want him executed. And his entire family as well," she commanded. Her voice was strong but sounded off somehow. However, no oddity of Arshtat's tone could save Rovere now. The queen had made her decision.
"Please! No!" Lord Rovere flung himself from Zahak's grasp to fall on hands and knees on the tiled floor. "Spare my family!" he pleaded, his resigned facade breaking down like a pane of glass flung from a cliff top. "They have nothing to do with this!" he choked, imagining their smiling faces: his sister and her family, his wife, his sons, his daughter, his elderly mother. "Please, Your Highness! Please!" There was nothing else he could say or do but beg with all his might.
Arshtat turned away from the distraught man. "Get him out of my sight. This sickens me." She remained steadfast to this cruel course. Even before he died, Rovere's world had ended.