Golden Azwell

“Azwell.” That was what the man said before he died. October 1st, 1759, of the Bishuard Calendar, 2:00 PM. Beneath the guillotine, a man met a hollow and silent death, casting aside his past glories. Neither the King who sentenced him to death nor the crowds gathered to witness his execution knew why he had committed such a crime. However, one thing was certain. In his final moment, the man was smiling. And that his golden eyes alone had not died. A woman who abandoned her present for the sake of her lover's future. A man who abandoned his future for the sake of his lover's past. “Rachel, I’m okay. So, you have to be okay too. Understand?” The chance encounter between the two viole...