The cold steel blade pressed fleetingly against my shoulder before rising in a slow, gentle arc above my head onto its counterpart.
If only she knew the truth she’d be plunging that blade into my neck.
Rising up from the stool, I was presented with the insignia of the Order; the badge of a Knight of the Realm, one of the highest honours a UK citizen can achieve.
It’s hard to believe I was standing here today. If they knew who I really was I’d be behind bars for the rest of my life.
My thoughts are sharply interrupted by a ripple of applause. The nation saw me as a hero, a person who’d dedicated their life to helping under privileged children; a champion for their cause.
A scribe penned my name on a ceremonial scroll but my name belongs on a different register entirely.
My secret’s safe. For now…