Your Majesty, Please Don’t Kill Me Again

It was the finish of a bright summer day. In the possession of the despot, father, mother, sibling and my neck went under the guillotine. What’s more, when I opened my eyes, it was my twelfth birthday. Before the 13-year-old youthful Emperor turned into a fierce dictator, I needed to some way or another become a divine being close to the man. “I’m your house cleaner of honor, so I’ll follow you.” “I don’t have a lot. Also, I don’t claim you.” To live and to save my family, I must be according to that despot who didn’t have confidence in mankind. Really at that time I can live. In any case, that shocking beast is beginning to change. “I save what I lose in my grasp. So don’t hurt yourself without my authorization.”