@Julsijuls 16 May 2021 more from that month

Wilful death: a prose by Julsijuls The heathen turned to the king, eyes wide with horror, hands covered with her blood, and begged that a heathen like him would be answered. Not for him, but for her—for her life to be saved, for the wound to close, for her heart to beat once more. "Please," the heathen whispers, "bring back her warmth, bring her back to life." But the king, although has pity in his eyes, didn't listen. Instead he killed the heathen with a swing of his sword, decapitated him and kept the severed head in the arms of the woman she loves. They both died a tragic death. (This is kind of incomplete because this is just a prompt in my head that I will write about soon, when I'm no longer lazy. Hahaha!) #ProseAndPoetry