The dull light barely pinched through the brown sack, the only view she had since the night before. A firm hand guided her restrained wrists up a slope, of manmade road in stone, that much she could tell.
She heard the sound of white water, rushing beside them. She was tired and confused, the long walk here had already worn her down considerably.
The heat from the sun on the sack had her head cooking, with no fresh air to breathe, just the same,damp,poor air with just enough draft of ventilation that she needed not to pass out.
When the road leveled,and the whitewater sounded its loudest, her knees were kicked in from behind her and she collapsed with a groan. As if it woke her up from halfminded sleep, she slowly broke down with tears, reminded what was going on.
"please..Pleease dont do this to me.."
She could hear the soft boots of the man who was escorting her tread around her casually,going about whatever he was doing. Hearing the sound of thick smithed iron scrape against the stone made her turn her head slowly,
and slump down on her side,tired and abandoned of hope. She couldnt help from desperately grimacing as the tears and running nose made the breathing harder to do.
"Please I beg you..! I beg you!!"
Her executioner grabbed her arm and pulled her up to her feet,guiding her up on the ledge of what she understood must be a bridge. She gasped deeply as the sun blinded her for the blink of an eye, the river flowing under her so much louder now.
The fresh air cooled her wet face, and she took in the view,realising what was taking place. She had heard of it before, but never believed would happen. She opened her eyes just in time to see the noose lower around her head and pass infront of her eyes, before it rested around her neck on her shoulders.
The man's rusted voice spoke to her from close behind, as he tugged on the rope,tightening the noose.
"May your children see your corpse..."
The woman let out a cry of desperation as she looked up, the towering statue of the white king on the Kings Crossing bridge shadowed her from behind. She felt the desperate need to flee, paralyzed by the crushing grounding of her situation.
She realised this was the unglorious hour of her fall.
"By Nenuial, before the Kings and Gwindeth the fair...",-the man behind her continued.
She forced herself to brace for the final step as Vinti's hand firmly grabbed her shoulder,and led her over the edge. The trespassing woman fell to her death as the rope tightened in a whipping snap to the iron ring in the stone beside Vinti's feet.
"...I enslave you to the abyss."
