Imagine being Stolas...
You're chilling on your living room couch drinking your favorite brand of alcohol, waiting for the commercial to finish so you can watch your favorite rom-com.
All of a sudden, the channel switches to a live broadcast of your ex-situationship that you still can't get over, despite how much of an ass he was last time you saw him.
"Oh my Lucifer! What are they doing!?"
You rush in anyway to stop whatever the fuck is going on because OBVIOUSLY you can't just sit there and do nothing!?
You don't think, you're an autopilot, but you have one thought on your mind. You need to save him! You love him! It doesn't matter how much he hurt you, he also saved you in so many ways, and you still love him! FOR FUCKS SAKES! YOU WOULD DIE FOR THIS MAN!
And all of a sudden, you’re on a suicide mission...
You will take the fall for whatever his charges may be because you love him, and it's better to die than live in a world without him in it.
You go in that courtroom knowing that you are going to die that day. You expect it.
Of course, you have some reservations doing this, some regrets...
The man you're sacrificing yourself for will probably never return your feelings, but what can you do?
You love him so much, and can't imagine a world without him.
If one of you has to go, it's better you than him.
You're bound by chains and the moment of your impending death approaches...
The moment he's freed, he rushes right to you, clutching at you, desperately begging you not to do what you're about to do.
He fights his captors tooth and nail, having to be dragged out in chains, and he doesn't stop screaming your name.
You feel a flood of emotions, happiness, sadness, love, anger, desperation, longing... so you give him one last look.
It's here, you're impending death and as you approach the device that's about to seal your fate, you're at peace with your decision...
You didn't die... You can't die...
You're royalty after all...
Your life holds actual worth...
Instead, they strip you out of house and home. Taking away everything of value as you're banished from the life you've led till now.
The only thing you could think about as you're stripped of everything is your daughter.
They drag you out of court, and throw you to the gallows and the first person you see is the man that you did all this for...
And the first thing he does is grab your hand and offer you a place to stay...
People are throwing things at you, makes sense, you did this to yourself after all... but he keeps you close, wrapping his arm around your waist as he leads you back to his place.
He takes you by the hand, and for the first time ever you see his tiny dingy one-bedroom apartment that's a lot smaller than you thought it would be.
As you look at the unfamiliar surroundings of this small home, you're greeted by the sight of the man you did all this for and his daughter, hugging...
And it fucking destroys you, as the gravity of the situation finally dawns...
You have just lost everything for a man you think doesn't give a shit about you.
You were supposed to die...
Why do you have to live with the consequences of your own actions?
You can't think properly, but you find yourself in his bathtub as he helps you bathe...
He's being unusually kind and soothing, and doesn't try to make conversation.
He says reassuring words to you, but it doesn't register.
None of this feels real...
As you drearily walk to his couch you feel both exhausted and defeated, he tucks you in and thanks you for saving him.
You're angry at him, justifiably so, and you're having the worse day of your fucking life, but you'd save him again and again.
