Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24274010-20140622025837/@comment-24530992-20140626023927

(Edited bio.)

Casimir sat quietly in his throne, fixing his tilted crown. Guards bustled in and out of the large castle, carrying out orders. He was to observe an execution.

He was escorted outside, being taken around the market square and into the front of the gates. A young Breton male was forcefully kicked out of the barracks, then immediately grabbed at the back of the neck. His hands and feet were bound tightly with leather straps, which almost seemed to cut off his circulation to the rest of his limbs. Not that it mattered on the last day of his life. The headsman weaved through the crowd, and placed the headstone in the center, giving everyone a view. The man was brought forward, and was placed infront of the block. His head hung over the basket, his hair piling up in it. Casimir slowly approached, standing in the very front of the crowd, with several guards seperating him from the rabble. The man tilted his head as far up as he could, seeing eye to eye with the king.

"Casimir.. I knew you would come." The man spat.

"Why wouldn't I be? I would gladly attend any murderer's execution, even if it meant missing a date," Casimir promtly replied.

"I had a reason to kill that girl, you know."

"There is no reason to kill a child, Alain."

"Don't you show any mercy?"

"Not to a child murderer, I don't. Even if it means the execution of a friend."

Casimir gestured for the headsman. He stepped forward, hauling the axe over his muscular shoulders, his thick fingers tightening their grip on the axe handle. He lifted it high above his head. It was brought down, severing it from Alain's body. After the business was finished, the guards quickly dealt with the body, the crowd thinned, and maids scrubbed the blood off of the stone ground. Casimir shook his head, turning ihis body away from the execution site, making his way back down the road toward the castle, with several Lion Guards at his side.