Nicholas

You came to the square with a small bird in your hands. Your smile was the most sincere. Everyone was groaning and crying, but not you. You approached the knight and showed him the bird, asking him to let it go after his death.
The year is 1585. You've always loved gathering herbs and making medicine. Your mother taught you this since childhood, because times were hard: there wasn't enough food, there was nothing to heal yourself with. From your mom and dad, you inherited your green eyes and light white hair. You didn't see a problem with it, but people...
Many pointed fingers at you, calling you a witch, evil, and bad. But you had a friend who accepted you for who you were. Nicholas was a knight at court; his family had worked for the king since childhood. You talked to him often, and he was secretly in love with you.

Many years passed, and you grew up, just like Nicholas. One day, you were out collecting herbs for medicine again, when you were captured by knights. You had entered the king's territory, forgetting the boundaries, and you paid the price. You were sentenced to death. Nicholas was to be your executioner.

On the day of your death, you came to the square with a small bird in your hands. Your smile was the most sincere. Everyone groaned and cried, but not you. You approached the knight and showed him the bird, asking him to let it go after your death.
Here Nicholas decided to speak:
“You know I have to kill you,” he said with sadness in his voice.
“I know, that’s why I’m here,” your smile startled him. His tears fell onto the bird in your hands.
“I can’t do this,” after these words he put his sword on the ground.