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Frederick's Growth—The Decapitation of a German Girl
Original Author: basg
Translator: Dadi
Word Count: 4262
"I've had enough!" Frederick I roared, causing the Chancellor to involuntarily shrink back. " Find that bitch! That witch! Bring her to the castle, and tell my son 　　to come to the castle balcony
at 5 p.m. !" 　　With that, His Majesty stormed out of the meeting room. 　　That afternoon, Prince Frederick appeared on the palace balcony on time. He knew that although his 　　love of literature pleased his father, certain rules couldn't be disregarded, such as punctuality in responding to his father's summons. 　　The prince removed his hat, bowed to the king, and was greeted with a hearty laugh. "Good afternoon, 　　Father," he said. When he looked up, he found the king looking at him with a mischievous expression, then 　　nodding with a Prussian arrogance. 　　"What's wrong with the old man now?" the prince muttered to himself, trying to discern the king's interest as he 　　peered into the courtyard. 　　In the middle of the courtyard, a small platform had been erected, about three feet high and twelve square feet 　　wide, covered with a layer of straw. In the center of the platform, visible from all sides, stood a narrow 　　, four-foot-high execution block. The block was curved on both sides, wider at one end and narrower at the other; from above, the wider end 　　curved more gently, while the narrower end curved more sharply. A wicker basket filled with hay was placed 　　in front of the narrower end of the block. 　　"Damn it," the prince thought, not because he was about to witness another execution, but because of the old man's morbid mentality 　　. In recent years, His Majesty the King had become increasingly fond of displaying his supreme authority by beheading some poor soul 　　. He certainly held the power of life and death over the entire nation, but there was no need to 　　flaunt it like this every now and then. 　　The prince's confusion and irritation quickly turned to shock and anger. He suddenly heard a familiar woman's cry. 　　His face turned deathly pale when he saw the source of the sound. 　　In the middle of the courtyard, two guards dragged a young girl with her arms bound behind her back. She 　　struggled like a captured black hare, her slightly rounded breasts appearing quite alluring beneath her long dress 　　. Soon, the prince saw her being led towards the guillotine. 　　"The traditions of Europe's most noble royal bloodlines are more important than your rights," 　　the king's cold voice echoed in the prince's ears as he witnessed this cruel scene. "This 　　is God's will!" 　　the girl cried softly as she crossed the courtyard. The prince watched her intently until she 　　reached the steps of the guillotine. 　　"A noble marriage does not allow you to do as you please, or rather, you have chosen something even more base than I expected!" the old 　　king continued coldly, each deep word piercing the prince's ears. 　　"These are the basic duties of a king, the most important being to ensure a legitimate heir." 　　With the guards half-pushing and half-pulling, the girl climbed the three steps of the low execution platform. The only 　　sound in the silent courtyard was the rustling of her small, bare feet on the hay, followed by the heavy 　　thud of the guards' boots. 　　"When God gives you a crown, he takes away your passion, your romance, and your freedom of marriage," the old 　　king added finally. "I think only a clear, practical lesson can remind you, my willful son!" 　　The guards retreated. Suddenly, the prince noticed two masked 　　executioners on the guillotine, grabbing the girl and dragging her towards the anvil. For the first time, the girl's lovely blue eyes 　　looked pleadingly at the prince. 　　The prince's throat tightened, his eyes darting back, almost unable to breathe. He couldn't save her. The execution ground was surrounded by royal 　　grenadiers, with even more dragoons flanking the infantry. Even if she fought to the death, she 　　could only show her weakness before these armies, and one day he would control everything. He 　　gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, looked at his beloved one last time, and then closed his eyes. 　　After the prince's gaze passed over her, the girl held her breath and cried loudly. She briefly closed 　　her eyes, letting the tears stream down her pale face, trying to suck them back, shaking her hair, and then opened her eyes. 　　She was born into a successful merchant family, not a timid country girl. As a dignified citizen 　　, she wanted to die like an aristocrat before these royals. 　　Seeing this, the old king, who had only been observing coldly from Yantai, raised an eyebrow, seemingly 　　showing a hint of admiration for the girl's sudden change, realizing he might have underestimated these commoner families. He had considered forgiving 　　her, but ultimately gave up; only the axe and the executioner's block could resolve this. 　　A masked executioner approached the girl's chest and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her black corset. 　　As the top of her white undershirt was pulled down, her snow-white shoulders were revealed. The girl shrank back, trying 　　to conceal her full breasts, but this only created a surging wave of movement. 　　The prince opened his eyes again and saw the girl's milky-white shoulders, her beautiful, slender neck, 　　and the alluring upper part of her breasts. It was truly a crime, even as he thought this, his mind unconsciously 　　conjured a gruesome image: a delicate neck severed in two, white shoulders smeared with blood, the girl's 　　decapitated body lying on the ground, her full breasts pressed against the rough straw. The prince seemed unable to restrain himself any longer 　　and quickly closed his eyes again. 　　Two executioners grabbed the girl's shoulders, forcing her to kneel. She resisted for a moment until her long 　　skirt was positioned comfortably beneath her knees, so she wasn't kneeling directly on the straw, but rather on the hem of her magnificent and 　　expensive dress. 　　She stared at the execution block, subtly adjusting her calves so that she was facing the wide side of the block, the other 　　narrower, creating a long, narrow protrusion on its surface where her neck would 　　be severed. 　　The girl took a deep breath, feeling a hand placed on her waist, while two other hands gathered 　　her long, glossy black hair together.

The executioner's assistant was skillfully tying her beautiful long hair into a knot (a move he often
practiced in bed with his lover, though the silly girl was completely unaware of what he was doing).
He quickly tied a knot in the hair on her head, letting it fall over her forehead.
This seemed to be a signal to the executioner; his hand on the girl's waist began to gently push her forward
. The girl struggled slightly, as if for the sake of dignity, but when she realized she was being guided rather than
forced toward the execution block, she gave up resisting. She paused briefly as she placed her face parallel to the surface of the block, then
gently leaned forward, stretching her neck down so that her jade-like neck spanned the narrow, protruding tip of the block. She
continued downward, pressing her delicate neck tightly against the rough surface of the block. At this moment, her bare shoulders rested
on the wide surface of the block, and her lovely throat was embedded in the narrow groove at the other end of the block.
The executioner's assistant held the girl's long, tied hair loosely until she had successfully completed her
process on the chopping block. Then he gently pulled her ponytail forward and downward, with just the right amount of force—
not enough to hurt her scalp, but enough to prevent any final struggle from ruining the
perfect performance.
The prince opened his eyes again and witnessed the girl perfectly prepared for decapitation on the chopping block
. Her arms, tightly bound behind her back, caused her shoulders to bend gracefully backward, further forcing
her long, delicate neck forward and downward. The posture of bowing her head and stretching her neck made her fair, full breasts
droop, peeking out from the loose collar of her shirt.
On the other side, the executioner straightened the girl's hair; her white neck, like a perfectly rounded alabaster
pillar, contrasted sharply with the thick, dark chopping block, forming a perfect target for execution. The girl maintained this
beautiful pose, her slender waist bent, her exquisite buttocks raised high, creating a
scene brimming with eroticism within the long skirt.
The prince, engrossed in watching all this, failed to notice that the executioner had already picked up a huge axe,
weighed it in his hand, and then held it a few inches above the girl's neck. He
made several short, sharp chopping motions above her neck, then a few longer ones, finally raising the axe above her head.
The people in the courtyard fell silent. This sudden silence seemed to remind the girl that her beheading was imminent. She
closed her eyes one last time, took a deep breath, and with the expression often seen in a little girl afraid of pain, her small, white teeth
pursed her lips, and her shoulders involuntarily shrank back. The assistant lowered his head to prevent the splattering blood from getting
into his eyes.
This chopping motion carried terrifying force.
The large axe kissed the girl's neck with lightning speed, instantly spurting out a small patch of pink.
The axe slammed into the chopping board with a sharp, clean snap, severing the girl's head from her
shoulder.
Her lovely head flew a short distance through the air, seemingly propelled by the spray of blood, but
more likely pulled by the assistant who deftly released her ponytail, allowing her small head to land steadily in
a wicker basket filled with hay with a soft rustling sound. He then nimbly leaped backward, trying to avoid
the gushing blood.
The girl's body jolted backward with the decapitation, the newly formed neck wound on her shoulder rising
a few inches from the chopping board. Two spurts of blood shot from the severed arteries, staining the chopping board, the wicker basket, the head, and the surrounding
hay red.
The girl's headless body writhed in agony as she fell to the other side of the chopping board, her legs scraping against the hay
. Blood continued to flow freely from the severed neck, seeping onto the hay and
seeping through the gaps to the wooden planks of the execution platform, then dripping onto the ground.
The prince remained mesmerized by this cruel yet strangely beautiful scene.
The executioner approached the wicker basket, fumbled around for a moment, then seized the girl's thick, lustrous black hair and
pulled out her severed, adorable head.
The girl's face was serene; her eyes remained closed, and her thin lips were still adorably pursed together
. A deep red bloodstain ran across her fair face, from her chin to her delicate ear, and
blood continued to drip from her severed neck.
Because the head was severed on the side of the girl's neck near her shoulder, a long section of her neck remained
below her head, along with a tangled mass of muscles, tendons, trachea, and blood vessels, forming a messy
, blood-like mass—
beheading with an axe was more like tearing the neck apart than severing it, so the jagged cut
was quite natural. However, the girl's calm expression after being beheaded suggested she hadn't experienced much
pain.
The executioner tossed the girl's head back into the basket, pulled the axe from the anvil, and
left the execution platform with his blood-splattered assistant; their task was complete.
Four men appeared on the guillotine carrying a small coffin. They placed the girl's body flat inside
, and the prince's gaze followed their movements. The girl's once pink and vibrant breasts were now so
pale, stained with blood. Because the coffin was too short, they took the girl's head out of the basket again
and placed it between her legs—
the coffin was so perfectly made, clearly designed specifically for beheaded criminals.
Amidst the commotion, the coffin lid was quickly nailed shut, and the four men lifted the coffin onto the waiting carriage
. And so it all ended.
The prince remained standing, the air still seemingly thick with the girl's image and scent—her perfume
, her alluring moans on the bed, her pleading gaze on the execution ground, her posture during torture, the splattered blood—all
flashing before his eyes. A commotion in the courtyard brought him back to his senses. Several servants had already removed
the blood-stained straw from the guillotine; the platform had been washed, and palace maids were spraying perfume to dilute the stench
.
He suddenly realized that his trousers had unknowingly swelled, as if they were already wet, and the old
king had already left with his guards.
The prince quietly left the execution ground, reflecting on his father's words and hating his own cruelty. His father
was right; he didn't love her, but was only infatuated with her body. The prince entered the church and sat dejectedly on a
pew.
He had fervently pursued his youthful dreams, blinded by lust, wanting a free marriage and to make her his
queen, only to have a clever and lovely commoner girl pay with her life. The king's methods of opposition were cruel,
but they effectively brought the prince to his senses.
This prince would later become Frederick II, and in history, we usually add
"The Great" after his name. The old king could never have imagined that Prussia would grow so powerful during his son's reign . Almost no one knows that his greatness began with 　　the headless corpse of
a beautiful, intelligent, but quickly forgotten German girl .

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