Colette was silent for most of the ride over to the castle.  But the closer they got, the more she started to panick on the inside.  She was certainly going to be hung for her crime, a painful way to die.  She would have to think about how she messed up her own life while the air was being strangled out of her.  At some point she drove herself to lay her hand on top of the hand that held the knife to her throat.  She urged him to push it in farther, but he was resistant and the knife barely broke skin.  She wanted him to kill her right here, slice her neck open and let her bleed out right there.  It would probably be faster than being hung.<br/><br/>Once they reached the castle, her wrists were shackled and she was brought to a large room where the King of this land sat at his throne.  Her gaze was towards the floor as she was pushed to the ground, she sat on her knees as she was watched carefully by a guard.<br/>"Your Majesty, if I may...." She began quietly.  She wanted to at least say something, "it's only jusifiable that you kill me publicly, but I do not wish to be hung" she said, her voice was on the verge of breaking, but she held strong.  "If this counts as a final request, I would rather have my head cut off....just something that would instantly put me out of my misery..." She said, as strange as it sounded a small weak smile ran across her face.  "I would be very grateful...sir" she finished.<br/><br/>Her eyes looked tired and absolute.  It was certain in her eyes that she wanted to die already.  It was agonizing knowing that she was going to killed.  She didn't cry though; she felt she was deserving of a death.  She had done many horrible things in her life and she regretted every second of it.