You knew coming here was a bad idea. You wished with all your heart that you had gotten out when you could. As they lead you out to the square, you know what you must do despite the fact that it goes against everything you believe in. Your eldest daughter is standing just off to the side, along with the woman who holds your fate in her hands. You say the words you've been told to say and you expect to be released but the boy king decides death is still necessary and as your eyes widen with surprise and sweep out over the hungry crowd, you see her.
You tell for the man you trust the most to get her, to keep her safe. She has always been your favorite, you realize, as they lower you onto your knees. She's gone from her perch and you seek her out desperately. You want to know that she's safe but, more selfishly, you want to see her one last time. The blade is lifted next to you but you don't flinch. You accept your death. You hope that both of them escape, but if you had to choose one, it would be her. It would always be her.