His reflections finished, Aaron opened is eyes just in time to hear the footsteps of an approaching guard. The time had come; his execution awaited.

Aaron recognized the guard who had come to fetch him. That same young man had been one of his advisors during his rule. Strange, how much everything could change. Aaron had an urge to chastise the guard for his change of loyalty- not to mention calling- but the time for such things was past.

The guards who accompanied Aaron out of the dungeons treated him carefully, as if they expected him to struggle or try to escape. Aaron didn't bother with anything so undignified, however. He might have to die that day, but he would do so with class.

His head held high, Aaron strode forward to meet his fate.