5.20.11 Glorified

The father of the man clothed in a white robe gathers his son into his arms. As He touches the scars of the nails that held is hands and feet to the wood and the crown of thorns that had been placed upon his flesh, a few tears fall down his cheeks. His son had suffered excruciating pain for his people.

There was much rejoicing in the kingdom that day, for the king's son had returned. There was a great feast and He was seated at the right-hand of the king. A brilliant gold crown was placed upon his head.

He is glorified by all.

5.1.11 Knight of the Kingdom

A terrible droning voice filled the hall. A thousand glaring eyes pierced into his soul. He knelt on the cold marble floor before five hundred people; head bare, his sword held over his head. Only three months before he had bowed in this same hall with the same angry people in attendance. Only last time, they had been celebrating; celebrating his newly earned title of Knight of the Kingdom. But now they gathered for a different purpose. A far more dangerous purpose.

“…Convicted of treason and murder of the king.” The voice above him abruptly finished.

The sword suddenly fell.