Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 274: Second Lifetime, Freya. (20)

Chapter 274: Second Lifetime, Freya. (20)

The End.

Seconoria.

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The noon sky, heavy with dark clouds, began to weep as the execution of Theodore approached. The rain fell in relentless sheets, drenching the courtyard where Theodore was being dragged to the place of execution. His body was weak, yet his spirit unwavering.

His Gooseberry.

He looked to the sky with a grieve of losing someone you love and not of the fear of someone about to lose their life. He longed for one last glimpse of Freya, but she was locked away, kept from him by the king’s cruel decree.

His mind was consumed with thoughts of Freya, the one person he wished he could see one last time. But she was held away, hidden from his sight, and he knew he would never see her again.

’Think yer could feck the princess and get away with it?’

’Why they say not everyone related by blood is family’

’His own brother,’ ’How cruel,’ ’His a fine man, this one’

Theodore frowned visibly at the knowledge that Samuel, his blood brother was the one that betrayed him. He’d underestimated the cruelty and severity of the existence of a brother. Samuel was the Noah of their second ill-fated lifetime together.

The guards dragged him to the execution platform, tying his hands tightly across a wooden beam, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. The executioner stood ready, the glint of the blade reflecting Theodore’s determination to face his fate with dignity.

Theodore steeled himself for what was to come. The people chanted ’Kill him!’ as though they knew the love between the knight and the princess, because they’d never know that their love had transcended a lifetime and they would live completely again if only to experience and love each other again despite knowing the end.

The first stab hit him, and he gritted his teeth against the pain, his mind filled with thoughts of Freya. The rain mixed with his blood, washing away any semblance of dignity the situation allowed.

He smiled, ’this was it’

Theodore’s mind raced from the pain the first stab that struck him caused, pain coursing through his body. He gritted his teeth, his eyes squeezed shut, wishing Freya could be there. As the second stab approached, chaos erupted.

Before the second stab could land, Connor and Holland burst into the courtyard, swords drawn, fighting their way through the guards and knights, They clashed with the guards and knights. The courtyard became a battlefield, their goal clear: to save Theodore and help him and Freya escape. The sound of clashing steel and shouts filled the air, turning the execution ground into a chaotic battlefield.

Theodore’s heart leaped with hope as he saw his friends fighting for his life, but a sudden, sharp pain brought him back to the present. Someone had approached him amidst the chaos and stabbed him again.

A traitorous figure had approached him amidst the chaos, stabbing him again.

He howled in pain, but he was already working to loosen the knots around his wrists. The noise of battle surrounded him, a blur of shouts and clashing metal. As the third stab neared, time seemed to slow.

The world around him was a blur of noise and movement. As the third stab neared, time seemed to slow.

From the edge of the chaos, Freya appeared like an avenging angel. She had slipped past the guards, determined to save the man she loved. Her heart pounded with fear and resolve. Without hesitation, she threw herself between the blade and Theodore, taking the hit meant for him.

The blade pierced her side, and she gasped in pain, collapsing against Theodore. The world stopped as she fell, the rain mingling with her blood.

"No!" Theodore’s scream pierced the air, a wail of unimaginable anguish. History was repeating itself. The fighters stilled, the chaos pausing as if time itself obeyed Theodore’s plea. He cradled Freya in his arms, his tears mixing with the blood on her dress. She looked up at Theodore, her eyes filled with love and sorrow.

"Theodore," she whispered, her voice weak. "I could not let them take you from me."

Tears streamed down Theodore’s face, mingling with the rain. "Freya, why? Why did you do this?"

"Because I love you," she replied, her voice barely audible. "I could not live without you."

The life drained from her eyes, and he knew she would die.

’You could be queen without me’

Theodore’s heart shattered as he held her, the life draining from her eyes.

"Gooseberry, No"

"Gooseberry, stay with me," he begged, his voice breaking. "Please, do not leave me again."

Freya’s eyes fluttered, her breath shallow. "I am sorry, Theodore. I wanted to be strong, for you, for us." she resisted blinking, "You told me my father would kill me, I should have listened" she swallowed, emotions choking her throat.

"You are strong," he insisted, his voice choked with tears. "You are the strongest person I know."

It was happening again but Theodore couldn’t take it.

Freya is gone. He had no purpose again. He hoped to find it in another lifetime along with his gooseberry and hoped she hoped for something better.

With a heart-wrenching cry, Theodore drew a dagger from the executioner’s belt. His desperation and despair overtook him. He couldn’t live in a world without her. With a final, anguished glance at the king, he plunged the blade into his own heart, the pain a small price to pay to be with Freya.

The king, watching from a distance, was horrified. His eyes widened in shock as he witnessed the tragic scene unfold. Theodore’s body fell beside Freya’s, their blood mingling on the ground.

The rain continued to pour, washing away the blood and tears, but the heartbreak lingered. The love that had defied royal decree and societal expectations had come to a tragic end, leaving a kingdom in mourning and a king facing the consequences of his relentless pursuit of power.

The courtyard fell silent, the echo of Theodore’s final scream lingering in the air. The love that had defied royal decree and societal expectations had come to a heartbreaking end, leaving a kingdom in mourning and a king facing the consequences of his relentless pursuit of power.

The love that ended yet again too early.