Second chances of Villains

When the day of the execution of the dethroned Duchess Melinda arrived, it was monumental for the people of the Empire.

From the start of the day, a large number of individuals made their way to the Frostmourne empire's capital. There was a flurry of activity across the entire plaza, as everyone's attention was drawn to the centre of the square, where the execution stand had been set up.

In the past, the Duchess Melinda was admired for her beauty and modesty and the same individuals are now making fun of her.

The position I was in at this time was kneeling with my hands bound behind my back. I was tied and bound as I awaited what was my execution and last day of my life.

The bindings forced me to look down, and as my dried skin rubbed against the wooden floor, forcing me to wince in discomfort as my thoughts began wandering. Beginning with my marriage to Duke Bennard and concluding with my manipulations for the death of his child, who would become the sole successor to the dukedom of the empire, my entire life flashed before my eyes as if it were a series of paintings on a scroll.

As tears streamed from my eyes as I reminisced about all of the memories, I understood that everything I had been doing for years had been completely pointless.

The entire situation was my fault. Only if I hadn't been so self-centered and vile, and if I had showed a little motherly love and affection to the young child, if I would have been content with my relationship. Today would have been drastically different if I had done something differently.

"Ughh" I felt more pain in my wrists and legs as a result of how tightly I was chained. As I pondered my comfort, I smiled at the ridiculous thought of minor discomfort, despite the fact that I was completely aware of what was about to happen to me. Although I tried to avoid it, I couldn't help but bite my lips because of my misery and sorrow.

I wanted to express my regret for the mistakes I had done in my life.

The fact of the matter was that I had somehow managed to become the antagonist in my own story. Greed had turned me into a fool, and I had been forced to torment a twelve-year-old child as a result of my actions.

With the ploy of assassinating him during one of his hunting expeditions, I crossed all boundaries and degraded myself to such a henious level that anything was acceptable as long as I was able to get rid of the child.

My primary motivation for doing this is to force Bennard to become pregnant with me. We discussed having a child together, but Bennard was unwilling to offer me the option, informing me that he already had an heir and didn't want to have another. Those statements shattered my sanity and shaped me into the person I am today.

As soon as I was subjected to the agony of the words, my hatred switched to the helpless child in question. It didn't take long for me to come to the conclusion that I needed to get rid of him. To my total surprise, I completely forgot about Bennard throughout the entire process and attempted to murder his child.

If only I could go back in time and alter everything from the day my hatred began, for everything would be different and I wouldn't be standing here. If I get a second chance at life, I will start over from the beginning, and there will be no such thing as a calamity of this nature.

As soon as I let go of the tears that I had been keeping in since the morning, the floodgates came up. I was jolted out of my trance when I realised that the whispers and murmurs were becoming increasingly louder and more frequent.

It must be that the number of people has increased. In this circumstance, there is only one conclusion that can be drawn: he has arrived. In addition, when the guard made an announcement, it confirmed that my intuition had been correct. At that point, I became aware of his footsteps approaching, as well as the arrival of his entourage of servants. I was dismayed by his silence, even though I had anticipated he'd be like that.I was even more disappointed to see that Bennard did not even make a final appearance to see me at the end of my life.

Seeing as Kendrick is now Duke, he had taken a seat at the high stage. For the sake of getting one more glance at him I wriggled my body and m hand to yank at the blade, causing my ear to be sliced open by the razor-sharp blade as I was moving my head. I started to feel a rush of blood pour through the ear onto my body. The metallic odour and dampness wafted in air.

I wasn't at all interested in what was going on As what effect does it have on the amount of cuts that appear on my skin, when I am going to be dead in a few As what effect does it have on the amount of cuts that appear on my skin, when I am going to be dead in a few minutes?

Finally I was relieved to see him. He had a indifferent expression on his face. Like It was as if all that is happening before him is inconsequential, as if there was no longer any reason to pay attention to it. It's possible that I didn't get his attention because I was unworthy of it.

As a result of having such a frame of mind, I felt more regret. I would not have felt the same way if he had simply expressed hatred toward me. If I had been more prepared for it, I would have been able to take it more readily. However, at this point, I am unable to fix the unfortunate circumstance that has arisen for me.

"Bring Duchess over to the execution platform," the chief guard declared.

While I was still tied up, two soldiers arrived and cut the ropes to which I was bound and dragged me from each side towards the platform.

It was impossible to look at myself in the mirror since my hair was all over the place, my face was unsightly, and I didn't look anything like myself. My clothing was in poor condition, and the black dress which I wore was all tattered and full of cuts and caked with dirt.

"Marry," urged the voice that I had taken for granted all my life. It was my good friend Raven, who also happens to be my Knight. When she called out to me, I couldn't look her in the eyes. It was a source of embarrassment for me to do so. Raven would frequently attempt to convince me that I needed to clean up my behaviour and mend my ways.

Nevertheless, my greed and hatred eventually got the best of me. There was no turning back for me. My decisions affected her as well, and as a result, she lost her position as Knight. I was relieved, on the other hand, that she did not receive any additional punishment. She might be able to start anew as a Marchioness.

I tried to concentrate on what my friend was saying so that I could know what she was trying to speak out. While this was happening, a ruckus broke out on the execution ground as the execution was about to begin.

Because of the loud disturbance, I was unable to hear anything else. And the soldiers deliberate dragging made things even more difficult.

I was heartbroken at the possibility of burdening so many other people with my mistakes in the future. But, even in such situation, my eyes were searching for the man I love.

"The Duchess became disillusioned with her position and engaged in a number of immoral acts, as well as making an attempt to harm the future Archduke of the Frostmourne Empire. So I, Kendrick Fa Luda, with the permission of the emperor, punish her to be beheaded." The calm eerie voice announced my fate.

Everyone went silent and with a sigh, I closed my eyes with a look of regret on my face. Everything has come to an end for me at this point. The story of my life which should be full of love, turned into one of remorse, and suffering, among other things.

A black sack was placed over my head, and they pinned my neck down and forced me to kneel on the ground. As I felt the tightness around my neck and the hard texture of the wood, my heart beat ran wildly and whole body started shaking. Even though I have given up living, its another matter to be calm even in face of death. I closed my eyes and constricted my body and clenched my hands tightly as the wooden board which had a blade at its end fell with a swift motion slicing into my neck and separating my head from the rest of my body.

"Thud"

The skull landed on to the wooden platform and rolled away as the body slumped down ending her life.