"Royal Sacrifices (beheading, cannibalism, dismemberment, tor"
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Royal Sacrifices (beheading, cannibalism, dismemberment, torture) (3)
1 . Name: Balloon-chan @ 2012-03-21 00:15 ID: eb7042 
The three remaining members of the royal family huddled in the secret basement underneath the palace. Judging by the sounds above them, the king and eldest son were killed. All that was left was the Queen, Petrice, and her two daughters, Princesses Skye and Meadow. Petrice and her 8-year-old daughter Meadow were both fair blonds with blue eyes, where 16-year-old Skye had lighter brown hair with green eyes, more like her father.

A famine had racked the city, and the King started to horde the food to feed his family, the nobles, and leadership in the military. As a result, many commoners were on the brink of starvation, living on whatever they could scrounge up. Democratic feelings have been spreading throughout the kingdom for years due to the King's noble- centric policy and lack of support for the common people. The famine and hoarding were the last straws. Many nobles had already been imprisoned and the rest of them had run away when the commoners assaulted the palace.

The hiding spot they were cowering in was fairly well-hidden, however, they heard the insurgents questioning the servants in the palace. While some of them were loyal, others were equally as mad that they did not get to eat nearly as much, either. It didn't take them long for the hiding spot under the floors to be found, and the 3 royal family members were forced out of the hole, still in the ornate gowns and dresses they started hiding in.

It was late at night when the palace was stormed, so the leader of the rebellion, Oliver Knight, just ordered them tied up and thrown back into the hole while they started to take the food hordes from the palace and organizing them for distribution. The leaders of the revolution slept that night in the silk sheets of the palace, awaiting the eventful next day.

The mother and two daughters were gagged and marched out to the town courtyard at noon, still in there pajamas. They were stripped in front of the growing crowd. The Queen's plump figure became the target of boos and jeers from the thin, mostly starving crowd as their hands were tied to the gallows. Tears poured from the eyes of Queen and the youngest, Meadow. Skye looked into the crowd with a brave face as they looked upon her healthy, slender body.

"The King and his Prince are dead, their heads are on display at the city gates. We found these three sows cowering under the floorboards when we successfully stormed their decadent home. Their guards laid down their arms in front of us and their oppressed servants led us to their hiding spot. The product of everything you worked for, all your years of hard work, it all went into this fat bitch's belly and to buy her spawn lace and silk to sleep in! Under our Republic, this level of excess will never be allowed at the expense of the common person. I sentence the Queen to death... by roasting. She will be roasted alive in the town square tomorrow, and her meat will be distributed according to need," Oliver said, to gasps, cheers, and claps. Some were shocked that the rebellion leader would resort to such barbarism, while others were giddy at the idea of being able to eat the Queen they had to pay fealty to. Olive removed the Queen's gag. "Is there anything you would like to say, your Highness?"

"Please... mercy... for my children... do what you will to me, they don't deserve this," the Queen said, through tears. The crowd whispered, as everyone expected to seek mercy for herself. Oliver was good enough at reading the crowd.

"Very well... I hereby sentence the Princesses to death by beheading, afterward their bodies shall be prepared as meals as well. The Queen will be in the stocks, while the Princesses will be imprisoned until their execution date. Take them away," Oliver said.

Skye comforted her younger sister as they lay in the hay-covered cell high atop the tower, with the only slit-window over looking the town square. They saw their mother being lashed to a pole in the commons while peasants threw rocks and whatever else they could find at her. Occasionally the guards would allow people to go up and grope and spit on her. Eventually she just stopped watching as Oliver walked into the cell block.

"Why are you doing such a horrible thing? I have no problem with democracy! You were my teacher, the one who taught me about it! No one deserves what you sentenced mother to, even if father was an ass! I frankly don't care what you want with me, but to behead an 8 year old girl in the square like a murderer!"

"The peasants want to see someone pay, they want to hear the scream of the royalty. As tyrannical as your father and brother were, they both engaged my men and died with some semblance of honor, denying the people the blood they are calling for. For what it's worth, I wish you could stay alive, including your sister, but circumstances force my hand."

"How? Why not just exile us or imprison us here?"

"I thought I taught you better than that, Princess. All those history lessons? Democracy and revolution fail because your family members who run rival nations use the remaining royalty as a galvinizing banner under which to unite under. It doesn't matter what you believe, they will imprison you if they have to, and use you as a puppet of the loyalist factions. You speak of barbarism, but the farmholds have been forced to cannibalism of the sick and the lame for months! I will not see everything I have accomplished here quashed a year from now when foreign troops march across our lands and rape our wives under your banner!"

"Is there nothing you can do to spare my sister? I will happily march to the chopping block right now if I knew she would be safe. The other royal families, they will use her as a martyr, proof of the cruelty of the democratic movement. There are already nobles appealing to the other families for support, our deaths won't matter, and could possibly make things worse for you."

Oliver rubbed his chin and thought for a few seconds. The Princess had a point. As much as he wanted to end the dynasty definitively, killing either one of the Princesses wouldn't do much for optics. Although the King and Queen were quite unpopular, even angry peasants don't tend to wish death upon children who had no control over their suffering.

"There is only one way I can possibly think of. You had a lot of exposure before the revolution because you were being courted for marriage. Having someone as educated and could be married off would be too dangerous, if anyone managed to break you out of here, you would be too much of a threat to the Republic. Your sister, however, has had little exposure, and it will be years before she could be fit to marry. Killing an 8-year old might be a problem, as you said, but she must be thought of us permanently lame, and thus, unfit to be a Queen of any kind. Her limbs will be cut off above the joints, and then she will be in the custody of the Republic."

"Cut off her arms and legs? What kind of life is that?"

"It's either that or her life, Princess. She will be adequately taken care of, that much I promise you. She will be a symbol the monarchy who was cropped by the revolution."

"F-fine... I accept those terms. But you better keep your word..."

"If there is one thing I am, Princess, it is a man of my word. I will change her sentence, but yours has not changed. I would say any last prayers and get a good night's sleep, Princess, unfortunately we cannot spare a last meal for you."

Skye tried to comfort her sister some more, assuring her it would be okay and she needed to be brave. Her sister would be undergoing more pain than she would, but it was worth it if she could ensure her sister's life. She wasn't sure if that fate was so much better, but if Oliver kept his word she would still have a decent life.

None of the three members of royalty slept well that night. The Queen was kept up on the pole, bruised and dirty, all night. Skye slept with her sister stirring at her breast. All three of them went hungry for the very first time.

Skye could hardly believe it when they were awakened the next day. It didn't seem like enough time, but it never would feel like enough time. An hour or two after the sun's light flooded into the cell, the girls' hands were bound and they were led out to the square in simple white gowns.

It was a nice, warm, sunny day. The crowd was already very large, and the Queen had been taken down from the pole and tied to a table in a rather provocative position. Oliver Knight walked in front of the Princesses, who were to "go first".

"Last night, Princess Skye valiantly bargained for her sister's life. I have granted a reprieve to Princess Meadow, and have instead decided to sentence her arms and legs be severed and she will be kept in the Republic and stripped of her status. We shall start with the execution of Princess Skye for the good of the Republic," Oliver said, bringing her up to the front. The axeman attempted to put a blindfold on her, but she shook her head.

"I prefer to look upon my people for my last words," the Princess said. "I proudly give my life for the preservation of this democratic republic, and I hope you do not squander my sacrifice."

Her short speech left the crowd speechless, they did not expect anything sympathetic. Oliver tied her hair in the back and helped her over to the execution block and helped her kneel and position her head in front of the basket. Her eyes faced the crowd, and her eyes stayed solid and resolute as the executioner towered over her and lifted his blade and brought it down to line up the shot. After three line-ups, he brought his axe up for the last time and brought it down hard. The Princess' eyes did not close as her head fell forward and into the basked below.

Blood poured from her neck as her body was taken from the block. Meadow cried in the background as her body was stripped and strung up. Meadow struggled and screamed as she was brought to a wide table. They gagged her as they tied her arms and legs to the corners of the table. An flat iron brand that was a simple circle sat heating in hot coals. The axeman started with her left leg, lined up the shot a few times, and cleanly cut the leg off a few inches above the knee. Another man quickly brought the hot iron over and cauterized it before wrapping it up. Meadow screamed through her gag, and passed out from the pain. This made it easier to do the other leg, and then cut her two arms off a few inches above the elbow.

They took her away as Skye's body continued to drain and her belly was split open and started to get cleaned. Unlike her father and brother, Skye's head would not be put on display, instead it was simply wrapped up.

The Queen was able to see her eldest daughter beheaded and her youngest daughter maimed from the comfort of the table, but it was now her turn. One of the men retrieved a large metal spike about 8 feet in legth as others stoked coal fires. The spike was pushed into the Queen's anus and she screamed and squirmed as it pierced through her colon and lower organs. They were careful to try and miss her heart and lungs, and it didn't take long for the metal spike to emerge from under her collarbone and extend under her chin. Some of her hair had already been pulled out, but the rest of it was unevenly shaved off with one of the rebel's swords.

The coals were already hot when she was brought over and put over them. She started moaning and screaming as the coals started to get significantly hotter by the second. The crowd laughed as she screamed, and the cooks slathered her with barbeque sauce as they started to turn her body. She started to run out of breath to scream with before long, and passed out from smoke inhalation and heat exhaustion. She to to rotate on the spit almost all day.

Meanwhile, Skye's body was butchered and sold off into pieces. This helped raise a significant amount of money from those that had it. There was some debate as to what to do with her head, they didn't want to display it like the others, so instead they got the best taxidermist in the palace to stuff it. It would go in the royal trophy room, and could possibly be used as a memorial of sorts.

They tried to cut the Queen's body into small enough pieces so that everyone could get a piece. Her crown was placed on her roasted head as some kind of insult.

While Meadow was passed out, they were able to put metal caps of sorts over her cauterized stumps. She was not displayed publicly, but kept on the throne as the last living member of the royal line.

As Skye predicted, the butchering of the royal family did not make the other kingdoms very happy. Within months, troops started crossing the borders and claiming the fortresses in the countryside, many of which were abandoned as the rebellion focused on the capital city. The famine never really let up, and the ravaging of the countryside only made things that much worse.

Eventually, Oliver Knight and his army moved west to better secure the larger cities on the coast, abandoning the landlocked capital. The country split in two, and after a war that lasted almost 2 years, Oliver Knight was killed in battle and the revolution was over. Despite her imposed condition, Meadow was named Queen at 10 years old and a foreign general named himself regent.

Meadow had always kept her sister's and mother's sacrifices deep in her mind, she knew this cycle could not continue. When she was 12, she dismissed her regent with the support of the people and the national military, and as Queen commissioned a Constitution be written and a Parliament be established.

Queen Meadow became a legend throughout the continent for being able to broker a compromise, and was famous for being as modest and not wanting much for herself, remembering the common people. She would often sit in the square during its peak hours and observe and talk to her subjects. She would go on to marry a boy she met there, and her line continues today.

A statue was erected of Skye outside the palace, depicting her resolute expression when addressing the crowd before her beheading. She had become a symbol of the marriage between the royalty and representative government. Her head was buried along with an empty casket for her mother, father, and brother.

Queen Meadow reigned well into her 60s, when she turned power over to her daughter, Skye II, a few years before she died. A statue of her was erected, in her famous limbless form, right next to her sister.