Johann resolved himself to the physical and emotional pain of what was to come. He wondered if he’d be so accepting of death if it had not been, in part, the result of loving the prince.
He was lead from his cell. Aching, bruised, bloodied - perhaps he should welcome release.
Inside the coach a hooded figure waited, though they did not reveal themselves immediately. As the carriage rocked with each swift strike of horse hooves the hood was drawn back. Johann gazed with love and wonder.
“I am not entirely friendless, and I could never escape without you.” Char smiled.
Yes, I just fixed the ending of A Royal Affair in 100 words. I can go to bed happy.