Chapter 256
In Chapter 256 of “He Asked Me to Leave My Dreams, So I Decided to Make Him One of Them,” Killian faces his grim fate as he stands on the gallows, filled with despair and longing for the queen’s presence. The emptiness beside the king serves as a painful reminder of her absence, and Killian yearns for one last glimpse of her, even if it means enduring her disdain. As he witnesses the execution of his loyal warriors, he is engulfed in a tumult of regret and fear, their struggles against the noose mirroring his own impending doom.
The crowd surrounding the gallows reacts with a mix of horror and cruel delight, amplifying Killian’s sense of helplessness. As the execution proceeds, he pleads desperately to see the queen, his voice filled with raw emotion, but his cries go unanswered. The tightening noose brings him closer to unconsciousness, and just as he succumbs to despair, the image of Jasmine appears, offering him solace and hope amidst the chaos. Her presence is a comforting escape from his suffering, and he clings to her, wishing to leave behind the pain of his reality.
In this moment of connection, Killian expresses deep remorse for the pain he caused Jasmine, vowing to treat her better in their next life. Their embrace is tender, filled with unspoken love and understanding. Meanwhile, Rania awakens in a different realm, unaware of Killian’s fate. Her friend Karin brings her food, and they share a light-hearted moment, but Rania’s thoughts drift to the ongoing execution. She feels a sense of unease as she questions whether the turmoil has ended, revealing her concern for Killian and the events unfolding outside.
Karin’s response confirms Rania’s fears, indicating that the execution is still in progress, and the king remains present. This revelation adds a layer of tension to Rania’s thoughts, as she grapples with the emotional weight of the situation. The chapter encapsulates themes of love, regret, and the intertwining fates of its characters, leaving readers with a poignant sense of longing and uncertainty as they navigate the complexities of their relationships and the dire circumstances surrounding them.
**He Asked Me to Leave My Dreams, So I Decided to Make Him One of Them p>
**by Mira Lorian p>
**Chapter 256 p>
Killian’s fate was sealed, and it was a cruel twist of irony that he would never again behold her face. Even in this moment of despair, as he stood on the gallows, the high platform where the king and queen should have been seated felt achingly empty. The space beside the king remained devoid of her presence, a stark reminder of her absence.
He would have welcomed her disdain, the sharpness of her contempt, if only it meant he could catch a glimpse of her one last time. Yet, she was nowhere to be found, not even to cast a scornful glance in his direction.
The tumult of emotions swirled within him, a storm of regret and longing. As he awaited his turn, he watched the loyal warriors who had once stood by his side, now facing their grim fate one by one. Each man met a wretched end, their bodies thrashing against the noose, fighting against the inevitable until their strength finally faltered. The only escape was death, and it loomed closer with every passing moment.
Around them, a crowd had gathered, their faces painted with horror as they bore witness to the spectacle. Gasps erupted from the onlookers, yet their eyes remained glued to the unfolding tragedy. Some cheered as each traitor fell, their voices ringing out in cruel delight, while others hurled curses, venomous words aimed at the choices that had led these men to this dreadful end.
In their final moments, many of the warriors succumbed to fear, their bodies betraying them as they lost control. It was a humiliating sight, one that the king seemed to relish, a testament to their disgrace. For every life extinguished, lifeless bodies were removed, making way for the next unfortunate soul to follow the same path to doom.
Killian could feel the noose tightening around his neck, and as he met the king’s icy gaze, he felt a chill run down his spine. The king’s eyes were devoid of warmth, cold and unfeeling, as if this was merely a dull performance that he wished to conclude swiftly.
“Let me have one wish! Let me see the queen!” Killian’s voice rang out, desperate and raw, echoing through the air. “Please, let me see her!” he pleaded, his heart racing with urgency.
But his cries fell on deaf ears; the execution proceeded without a hint of hesitation.
“Let me… see her…” Killian gasped, the world around him fading as he struggled against the constricting rope. Panic surged through him, and he felt the air escape his lungs, his vision blurring as the pressure mounted.
In front of a sea of faces, he lost all dignity, a warm rush of shame flooding through him as he succumbed to the unbearable pain. Yet, just as his consciousness began to slip away, a familiar voice broke through the chaos, calling out to him.
In that fleeting moment, the contemptuous expressions of the crowd dissolved, replaced by the radiant image of Jasmine. She stood amidst a garden bursting with vibrant blooms, dressed in a flowing white gown, her smile like a beacon of hope.
“Come with me,” Jasmine beckoned softly, her hand reaching out to him. The warmth of her touch felt achingly real, and Killian grasped her hand, yearning to escape the torment of his reality.
As he stood at the threshold of his life’s end, it was not Rania who came to him, but Jasmine—the woman who had loved him unconditionally, here to alleviate his suffering.
“Are you… real?” he stammered, his voice trembling as he felt the warmth radiating from her hand.
“Why would you doubt my existence?” Jasmine replied with a gentle grin. “Even if I am but a figment, my love for you is undeniably real.” With that, she led him away from the pain that had consumed him.
Yet, as they walked together, a new ache gripped Killian’s heart, a heavy weight of guilt crashing down upon him like a relentless wave. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for everything I put you through. I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you. I regret it all,” he confessed, his voice breaking.
He sank to his knees, and Jasmine knelt beside him, enveloping him in a tender embrace. “I know,” she whispered, her voice soothing as she held him close.
“I promise to treat you well in our next life…” Killian tightened his grip around Jasmine, desperation lacing his words. “Please, find me again in our next life. I swear I will love you the way you deserve p>
Meanwhile, Rania stirred from her slumber as twilight approached, her senses slowly awakening to the world around her. The first figure she spotted was Karin, who entered the room with a tray of steaming food, the aroma wafting through the air.
“Oh, I was beginning to think you’d sleep until morning, and I’d have to toss out this delicious feast,” Karin chuckled, her eyes sparkling as she approached Rania.
Rania blinked in confusion, her mind still foggy from sleep. “What are you talking about?” she inquired, her brow furrowing in bewilderment.
Sensing her disorientation, Karin quickly explained, “The king insisted I let you rest undisturbed. He had meals brought in every hour, ensuring you’d awaken to warm food p>
“You could have just reheated it,” Rania replied with a yawn, still feeling the weight of fatigue in her limbs. A dull ache lingered in her lower body, a reminder of the previous night’s exertions, but she chose to remain silent about it.
Karin shrugged, a playful smirk on her lips. “You’ll have to tell that to the king. You know how impulsive he can be when it comes to you p>
Rania couldn’t help but smile at that. There was something endearing about Maximus’s overprotectiveness, even if it could be a bit much at times.
“Come on, eat before the king comes in and scolds me for letting you starve,” Karin urged, her tone light-hearted.
Rania let out a laugh, “That’s a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think p>
However, as she caught sight of the duck meat on the tray, her stomach grumbled in protest. She realized just how hungry she was—having skipped an entire day’s worth of meals. After the intense exertion from the night before, she felt as if she could devour a whole duck by herself.
“Thank you,” Rania said with genuine gratitude as she washed her face and dug into the meal with fervor.
As she gazed out at the dimming sky, a sense of unease washed over her. The clouds loomed heavy, promising rain, and for a moment, she seemed lost in thought, her expression turning somber.
“What’s on your mind?” Karin asked, noticing the shift in Rania’s demeanor, sensing the weight of her sadness.
“Has it ended?” Rania’s voice was barely above a whisper as she continued to stare into the starless expanse above.
Karin understood immediately what Rania was asking. “It’s still ongoing, and the king remains there to witness everything,” she replied, her tone tinged with concern.
In the final moments of Killian’s life, he found solace not in the bitterness of his choices, but in the unwavering love of Jasmine, who transcended the boundaries of existence to guide him toward peace. Their shared embrace became a sanctuary amidst the chaos, a poignant reminder that even in the face of despair, love can illuminate the darkest corners of the soul. As he knelt in his regret, Killian’s heartfelt promise to cherish Jasmine in their next life echoed with a bittersweet clarity, solidifying the emotional arc of his journey from a man burdened by guilt to one seeking redemption through love. It was a farewell steeped in the hope of new beginnings, a testament to the enduring power of connection that could not be extinguished by death.
Meanwhile, Rania, oblivious to the tragedy unfolding beyond her chamber, wrestled with her own turmoil as she grappled with the uncertainty of Killian’s fate. Her laughter with Karin was a fragile veil over the deep-seated worry that gnawed at her heart, a reflection of the love she had for the man whose choices had irrevocably altered their lives. As she pondered the weight of the ongoing execution, Rania’s unease became palpable, hinting at the emotional turmoil that lay beneath her surface. The juxtaposition of Killian’s final moments with her own momentary reprieve underscored the complexity of love and loss, leaving Rania to confront the reality that, regardless of the outcome, the bonds they had forged would forever shape their destinies.
In the next chapter, readers can expect an emotional unraveling as Rania grapples with the weight of her feelings for Killian and the impending consequences of his fate. As she learns more about the grim events unfolding at the gallows, her heart will be torn between her loyalty to the king and the undeniable connection she still feels for the man who once held her heart. Will she find the courage to confront her emotions and intervene, or will she remain a passive observer as the past collides with the present? The tension will build as Rania’s inner turmoil intensifies, and the stakes become even higher.
Meanwhile, Killian’s journey through the ethereal realm with Jasmine hints at a deeper exploration of love, regret, and redemption. As their bond strengthens in this liminal space, readers will be left questioning whether Killian can truly escape the chains of his past and find a way back to the world he left behind. With Rania’s fate intertwined with his, the chapter promises to delve into the complexities of choice and sacrifice. Will Killian’s plea for a second chance resonate through the veil of life and death, or will he be forever lost to the shadows of his mistakes? The anticipation builds as the boundaries between dreams and reality blur, setting the stage for an unforgettable confrontation in the chapters to come.
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