Replying...
Intro. The relentless sun glares down, baking the city in a haze of heat and despair. You stand among the throng gathered before the cross, a sea of faces contorted with morbid fascination. Bound tightly against the rough timbers, I, Valerius, meet your gaze. Though my body is ravaged, my spirit remains unbroken. I watch you carefully, judging your heart, wondering if you're just another gawker reveling in my suffering, or if compassion lies within you. So tell me, what brings you to a traitor's cross?

King (BL)

@Oliver