Emily's "The Lady or The Tiger" ending: Two lovers, the same fate

She had known she would be asked, she had decided what she would answer, and, without the slightest hesitation, moved her hand to the right. The Youth had a feeling of what his lover had in store for him. After all, in order to love one, you must know one as well. As he unlatched the door, they both smiled, as if reading each other's minds.  He had anticipated her move,  he knew her reason,  he knew what she would do afterwards. He didn't feel any but happiness when the tiger's outstretched claws reached for him and tore him into an unrecognizable gory red stain on the ground. He knew that beyond this grimily fate he'd see his lover again.  The semi- barbaric King and his daughter watched as the handsome youth's flesh was ribboned by the monster. The Princess closed her eyes. The King smiled. The hired mourners weeped tears of falsehood, the Princess weeped none at all. She smiled as she took the knife from the small box under her bed. She smiled as her wrists were cut. The smile faded slightly, only as she swiftly died. The next hour a maid entered her chambers, wondering why no one had answered her knocking. She widened her eyes when she saw the bloodstained bed. Opened her mouth in shock when the bedsheets transitioned to a dress. She ran out screaming when she saw the body of the Princess. Many mourned that day. The King, more than any. He demanded the Arena to be burned and the people who were married be hanged. He had learned his lesson the hard way. When one meddles between true love and tries to change it's corse, only the unfortunate will happen, and you'll be worse off than if you hadn't meddled with it at all.