Hundreds of hours playing Crusader Kings 2 wrote this story. Enjoy it!


For the Sake of the Kingdom


"It's not an easy choice, you have to believe me"

Princess Jaine was in tears, her hands tied behind her back, she walked barefoot in the corridors of the prison. She was 14 years old, her long blond hair she spent hours brushing had been cut off and now they were short and dirty. A simple brown robe covered her body almost to her ankles, it was torn between the legs to allow better movement; a piece of fabric was wrapped around her waist.

She had spent the last month in a prison in what was once her father's castle. Now he was dead, along with her mother and her brothers. She and her sister Cat were the last ones left. She could not have known all that had happened but she knew that somehow armed men led by her uncle had entered the castle and killed all those she loved. She and her sister had been shut up in the dungeons until that day. It was her uncle who was escorting her.

"I didn't want it to end so, believe me. I would have let you live but someone could exploit you against me "

"Uncle, please don't do it, I don't want to hurt you"

"It's not that easy. Not everyone is on my side. Your father was a tyrant but not everyone wants to see me on the throne. Some want you on that piece of iron. You're his eldest daughter, it's your right. I can't allow it, you'll understand "

"I don't want that throne, uncle! Please let me go "

“But honey, I know this, but do you think it matters to them? One of them will marry you and use you to challenge my domain. There will be a war and the realm will bleed. All this will save thousands of lives, it is necessary even if unpleasant "

Finally they arrived in the room used for the execution. On the site there were already four soldiers together with Cat, Jaine's younger sister. In her heart she knew that her sister would share her own fate but seeing her there, really, got her a lump in her throat. She hadn't seen her since that tragic day, she knew they had found her trembling under her bed. She was 10 years old, her blond hair was cut too, she was dressed like her with the difference that her dress went all the way to the ground. The imprisonment had a bad effect on the girl, she was thin and pale, her face furrowed with too many tears, her blue eyes seemed larger than usual in that hollow face. In her hand she was clutching her favorite doll, given to her by her mother a long time ago.

On the ground, two ropes. Jaine shivered at the sight. She looked around for help on the faces of the men present: no one smiled, everyone had a serious expression.

"Please uncle, you can't kill us, let us go, we'll run away, you'll never see us again"

Cat also cried while not really understanding what was going on

"It wouldn't work, they would find you. Believe me, I've thought a lot about it, it's the best choice, even for you two "

"Uncle, I don't want to die, I …"

"Tie her too" a guard grabbed Cat's doll and threw it over one corner while another tied the girl's hands. She screamed in despair.

"Do it, we don't have time to discuss"

"Please uncle, there must be another way." Jaine screamed as they grabbed and dragged her, Cat was crying but it was much easier to lift and quickly they put a rope around her neck. Soon the rope was also placed around Jaine's neck, the two girls were in tears, side by side.

"At least let Cat go, please …"

The new king watched them for a few seconds

"Proceed" two of the men pulled the two ropes lifting Jaine and Cat off the ground. Cat's crying was cut off by the rope that began to tighten her neck, their bodies were raised towards the ceiling, just those twenty centimeters that prevented the two girls to touch the ground. Even so they did not exceed in height the men gathered there. Jaine was out of breath, the rope burned around her neck, her uncle stared at her with a sad expression. He was the same man who had taught her to ride horses, who gave her sweets secretly when she was younger. He just looked more tired.

She tried to kick but nothing seemed to be within reach. Pain from the neck spread to the lungs which began to burn in search of oxygen. She opened her mouth in search of air but the noose around her neck prevented her from breathing, the gesture that had always seemed so natural. A stream of saliva ran down from the corner of her mouth, the rope also prevented her from swallowing. She would like to plead but could not say a word, her legs kicking desperately for a foothold or, at least, hoping to hit one of the men around her.

She looked at her sister, also desperate for oxygen. She felt her lungs burn, panic assailed her, realizing that no one would save her, that she would never see the light of day again; a warm urine stream ran down her leg. She would not last long, flashes of light prevented her from seeing clearly, the men gathered around her only became fuzzy figures. Slowly the pain faded, a feeling of numbness filled her body. Maybe it was really better that way. Jaine stopped moving, dangling on her rope.

When the rope tightened around Cat's neck, the girl could not understand what was happening. The lack of contact with the ground was a new, unexpected sensation. Being lighter than the sister the noose pressed on her neck with less force but it was still enough to block her trachea. Kicking to look for a foothold, she ended up rotating on herself; as on a demonic merry-go-round she watched all the men gathered around her, saw her uncle and tried to scream for help but only her lips moved. The men around her were obviously uncomfortable but no one intervened. She saw the kicking sister, a terrified look on her face. Why didn't anyone help them? Her chest burned, the little air coming in from her neck was certainly not enough to satisfy her.

She was gasping like a fish, her face growing redder. Saliva was trickling down her chin, she was terribly afraid, her chest was on fire due to the lack of air. Where was her doll? No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see it. She felt the urine flow down her leg, the embarrassment managed to peep into her brain short of oxygen. Her sister had stopped fidgeting but Cat kept kicking frantically, waving her hands but they were tied tightly behind her back. A gentle hand stopped her rotation, the girl was now at the end of her strength. Her chest no longer hurt so much but the room was getting darker. Slowly Cat also slipped into oblivion, her body dangling, still hanging on the rope.

The new king did not lose a second of the agony of his nieces, at least he owed this to them. Two pools of urine had formed under the two girls, their faces red and terrified. He left them on the rope five more minutes, then checked their pulse.

"It's over. Pull them down and bury them. We pray that their death saves the kingdom from the war"


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The little Cat is my youngest victim ever and this is the only hanging I've ever written. Maybe I'll write more but I don't have many interesting ideas around hanging.

In a few days a story that I've been thinking about for a while about a group of friends and a camping. I already know it will become too long. On the other hand we will have a fair number of victims. Stay tuned!