He went to the bars, watching Tristan. "Let me see her." *** "I know you well enough," she relied easily.
He sighed, looking down at the ground. "Okay. You'll be allowed to see her. But you need to be accompanied by guards." * * * "Oh, yeah? Favorite color."
He nodded. "That's fine." *** She grinned, her eyes bright as she thought about it with a smile. "Blue?"
He nodded and called for the guards. A few minutes later, he was walking through the hallway, with three guards near him. They entered the infirmary. Ellie was in the hospital bed, her head tipped back slightly. She was thinner than when he last saw her, sunken circles around her eyes, but her light brown curls spilled across the pillow and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed slowly. * * * "Nah. Neon green. Close, though."
He looked worried, kneeling at her beside and taking her hand gently. He didn't say anything. *** Her grin widened. "Like the trees."
Tristan spoke. “We will complete your trial first before taking her off. If you are declared innocent, you will be allowed to join us.” *** “Naw, I’m just playing. It’s blue. You were right.”
He sighed before gesturing with his head. "Let's go, Xavier." * * * "You generally are," he said with a yawn.
He got brought back into his cell and the doors slid closed behind him. (Zoop?) * * * "Yeah, generally.."
The trial was quick. Ellie had become beloved in the kingdom as a princess. She had made connections on the streets that she explored and in the sales that she made. As a queen, she had managed the turmoil following her father's death quietly and capably. Xavier never stood a chance. Once the jury had declared him guilty, the judge spoke. "Members of the Jury, this Court dismisses you and thanks you for a job well done. Xavier Lauder, you are found guilty for the murder of Eleanor Blythe, punishable by death from hanging. Court is adjourned." * * * "Why? Are you not normally right?"
He was silent, his eyes wide and nervous as he said nothing. *** She shrugged. "Nobody ever admits when I'm right."
The guards took his arms, pulling him back to the cell. "Have a good sleep," one of the guards said sharply. "It'll be your last." * * * "We'll work on that."
The door locked behind him. (Zoop!) The next morning, he was taken from his cell, pulling him towards the gallows in the center of town. A crowd had gathered to watch, their beady eyes narrowed. * * * "I think it's important that you get validation."
He was pulled up to the gallows and the rope was tightened around his neck, his wrists bound behind him. A young woman with deep green eyes and black hair was watching him, her face one of sadness rather than of anger. * * * "Yeah, validation."
He didn't notice her, his solemn gaze passing over the crowd as he accepted what was to come. *** "Huh."
"Mr. Lauder," the executioner said, his voice quiet. "Do you have any last words?" * * * "Is that not what you want?"
