1052 Lunch money

"Any last words?"

That question sounded like a chain everyone heard locking. It sounded just as deadly as a death sentence. Everyone who had been working for Ram could only look at Hera and Ram with wide eyes. They held their breaths, knowing Hera Cruel wouldn't change her mind. 

Much to everyone's dismay, instead of fear, a peaceful smile slowly dominated Ram's face. His eyes softened, a rare expression that ever appeared on his face. 

"It's an honor to die in your hands, Hera." 

Ram's voice was quiet and gentle, keeping his attention to Hera. If not for that look on his face, they would think this was a trick. But by the looks of it, he already accepted his end. And he was just pleased the person who would take his life was Hera, not anyone or anything else.