Twas the night before Christmas went all through the kitchen.

Guests were happily sipping the drinks that I'd mix them.

With a selection of tonics from fever tree, everyone was given their favourite G&T.

It is, after all, the best time of the year that deserves special drinks, not just wine or beer. So this holiday season, mix with the

best with fever tree tonics for you and your guests. Please enjoy responsibly. This is the Tudor's Dynasty Podcast.

And now, Rebecca Larson.

The Tower of London.

As the prisoner awaited the hour of their death, they prayed, prayed for their soul, prayed for their family.

Their death was inevitable, yet the fate of those closest to them rested in their final speech.

Those closest to the king would be listening.

As the sun rose on that fateful day, they were slowly paraded toward the scaffold,

which they had heard being erected the day before.

Crowds had gathered to watch the execution of such a noble

member of society. One step after another, the condemned walk toward their death. The scaffold steps

before them were newly erected, yet they could imagine countless of others who had walked the

same path before them. Others who did not deserve death, but freely accepted it. A few words

to be spoken about their gracious sovereign and an admission of their faults led to the condemned

paying the man with a purse of coin who would take their head.

As they looked over the jeering crowd one last time, familiar faces looked back. Both friends and foes

had attended the event. They slowly knelt behind the block.

Their life flashed before their eyes.

And when they built up the courage and faith,

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