Revolution II

The atmosphere at the execution of the corrupt nobles was tense. The bright sunlight couldn't seem to warm the hearts of the spectators watching the punishment unfold. One by one, the nobles who had once exploited their power for personal gain now knelt beneath the guillotine. Every time the blade fell, the sharp sound that sliced through the air was followed by a brief silence before the crowd erupted in cheers.

Philip stood on the platform, observing each execution with sharp eyes. His expression remained unchanged, but inside, the weight of responsibility grew heavier. He knew this was the moment to begin a new reign—one cleansed of corruption and oppression. "Justice has been served," he told himself, though he was fully aware that the road to the kingdom's stability was still long.