As a subject of Rhene the orders of the royal blood held the utmost importance. Isadora stood near dimly lit barracks on the outskirts of the city. Holding the fence with shaking hands. A dragon subordinate of hers stood and told her that she didn't need to watch.
She shook her head and continued to observe. Soldiers forced the heads of prisoners and revolutionists into hemlocks. They were all lined up with their eyes covered and their mouths gagged.
There was a dragon soldier assigned to each prisoner. Each one of them muttered something incomprehensible. Isadora opened the gates into the execution chamber and held up her hand.
The guards immediately stood straight and awaited her words.
"On whose orders shall these people be executed?"
"Frost monarch, ma'am!"
She bent down to one of the prisoners and removed the gag in their mouth.
Saliva flooded down their mouth before heavy coughing.
"Tell me my fellow subjects, why is it that you reject the King's will?"
Isadora removed the blindfold from the man's face. It was as if he was looking at a goddess. Her hair reminded him of the blood he had stolen from others and her eyes were unlike the king's. They were so benevolent, her eyes were like ones of his daughter, one who had yet been corrupted.
"I'm the Time monarch, Isadora. And I would like to know why you reject the King?"
He seemed unsure actually to say it. But knowing that he would die anyway he just blurted it all out.
"I have lived far too long serving our majesty but his ideals are not sustainable… his wife died thousands of years ago! Why are we still searching for her? I just wish for the King to give up on returning his Queen."
He man knew fully what would happen if he said those things. Yet he and many others in the kingdom felt the same way. They just wanted to live like normal again. Their only goal in life was to serve.
"I know what I said was stupid, that it holds no meaning whether we want it or not. In the end, we are dragons, the most hated creatures in the world. Even if we could return to our normal lives, we would never be able to be incorporated into society again. It's almost like a curse, we will forever follow our King no matter what."
Isadora placed her hand on the man's head. With reassuring strokes, she imbued a little bit of her loxes into him.
"We have an obligation."
Isadora stood back up and told the man that she would make sure his family wouldn't be punished. She put back his blindfold and looked at him with saddened eyes.
"Thank you, Time monarch."
"May time resume back."
Isadora stood in the same position, the guards seemed a little confused and asked her if anything was wrong.
"No, carry on with the execution."
She turned her back and headed back to her subordinate. The sound of the steel hitting the stone floors and the sudden thud that followed repeated itself in her head.
It was something that had to be done. It was her obligation.