Hello, ladies! Today I have for you, a short story I wrote a little while ago. I hope you enjoy!
The large set of wood doors opened and two soldiers pushed a girl through the doors. Her arms were tied behind her back and her dark brown curly hair was knotty and wet. She was soaked to the skin and her long grey dress was wet and muddy from the rain. The soldiers led her through the grand foyer of the castle. There were marble floors and dark stonewalls. Chandeliers were hung up high from the cathedral ceiling. There were no windows, which made the room feel dark.
She was led into the throne room. There sat the King on his throne, his long, red velvet robe covered the steps before him. His white fur collar covered his long neck and the gold crown studded with jewels was placed ever so neatly on his head. He wore a gaudy looking ring on each finger and necklaces of gold and silver hung around his neck. His black glove covered hands gripped the arms of his tall throne.
“So,” the King began, in his deep and dark voice. The soldiers flung the girl to the floor. Still, she held her head up high. “I hear you have decided not to bow to your king,” the wicked king said sternly.
“That’s right,” replied the girl courageously.
“Do you know what the punishment is if you do not bow to me?” the King asked in all of his might.
“Death,” said the girl abruptly. “Kill me if you must, but I shall not bow to a king who wears a crown studded with jewels of every life he has ended,” the girl said fiercely. The King grew angry. “For me to live is Christ, to die is gain,” the young girl said quoting Philippians 1:21. “I shall not bow to a king who refuses God. I would rather die for Christ then live for the devil.” As the girl spoke those words the king continued to grow angrier and angrier.
“Then you shall face punishment by law!” the King exclaimed. “You will be hung for treachery towards your king!” he shouted.
The King stood up and walked towards the girl. He pulled out his sword and lifted the blade under her chin. “You will die a cruel death. Mark my words,” the King said under his breath. He slid his sword back into its sheath then walked back over to his throne. As he sat in his seat, he made sure his long robe fell in just the right place.
“Tomorrow, at dawn, Aerial Monington shall hang.” As the king said this, the guards took Aerial by her arms and lifted her to her feet. With her head still high, she walked out of the throne room and the two soldiers took her to the dungeon where she would stay until dawn of the next morning.
She lay awake all night that night, praying to God. She stayed faithful to him even when she knew she would be killed for it. But she wasn’t afraid to die. She would be going home. Home to Jesus, and that’s all that mattered to her, everlasting life with Christ.
The next morning came and the soldiers took Aerial out of the dungeon and to the hanging tree outside of the castle. Lot’s of people stood nearby. The king sat comfortably, waiting to watch the girl die.
The soldiers looped the rope around Aerial’s neck. She stood there, fearlessly looking straight ahead. She closed her eyes and began to pray. She started to pray out loud to where everyone could hear her. The people were amazed at her faith. She wasn’t scared to die. Her time had come, and she was ready. There she hung, and the people cried as they watched. Aerial didn’t stop praying.
“Precious Lord, Jesus, I am yours. I am ready. Take me home.” She breathed her last and was finally going home.
I hope you enjoyed this!