The clock on the wall ticked relentlessly as Vandella walked out from her chambers, time never stood still for no man as the saying went. Her body had been bathed in the oils from times past, the scent of sandalwood fiercely taking over the aroma of the air around her. Dark eyes now turned to the male that was approaching, nodding to him as he bowed his head, then raised to meet his Empress′s eyes, the black hood around his head signified his position in this kingdom and castle. Vandella herself wore a mid-length dress, then a black hooded cloak over the top, tonight was a execution night, the whole kingdom would be in attendance at the main dungeon.

As she walked slowly behind the male she pondered on the past events, the betrayals she had suffered and the dealings she now had to procure. Her husbands had been informed of the proceedings tonight and they would be meeting her at the dungeon. Time they said healed all wounds, for her it would take an eternity to comes to terms what had happened, and her heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, the knives she was still pulling from her back.

(to be continued)

As Vandella walked inside the dungeon she smelt the stain of death upon her, she loved the feel of it. All of the kingdom were nearly in attendance too, the place was a mess of members and family alike, all talking, all speculating on the ones to be punished here tonight. Smiling she turned back now to the Executioner who had stayed behind her from the castle to the dungeon. "You may go fetch the traitors, bring them to the stage area, all is set for the trials". She then walked over to the husbands that were there, greeted them, then moved on to her family, smiling to each, her eyes though now on the stage. The stage had been set somewhat like an old medieval wooden area, complete with torture devices and block for the executioner to do his work. These traitors had already been tortured, their ragged bodies now paraded up over the area, blood seeping from wounds, one of them looking already to been disemboweled, something was hanging between her legs. Their eyes like distant shadows caught Vandella, pleading with her, their thoughts also echoing in her mind...sorry, sorry, sorry...but that was too late, the deeds had been done, the betrayal was over, this was their end.

Taking a seat she allowed the dungeon to fill up some more, she turned to talk to a few members and family, then took a goblet of wine that was offered, drinking it slowly as the High Priest and Priestess made their appearance. They read from the old script of hell, reciting the laws of the kingdom, then looked out to Vandella, who nodded. They then continued to read out the judgements for each of the three standing, many gasps and murmurs could be heard from the audience, a sadistic smile sitting tightly on Vandella's lips.