Sebastian instantly drags me to the nearest place you can buy clothing, and I somehow dragged Meghan out too.

The one I'm trying on is a long sleeved white dress. Perfect for what I'll be doing.

At the court, I stand in the back of the room, and keep quiet.

At the feast I stand behind his chair, and make sure his wine glass is never empty.

And at the execution, I will stand and watch either my friend or an innocent die.

A lot of standing.

"Wow! Jenn you look... Wow. " He gasps, the only thing wrong with this dress is it's low cut, an shoes off my breasts and tattoos.

"I hate it." I moan.

"Too bad your wearing it." He responds.

"You are an ass." I snap.

"You two are a old married couple trapped in twenty year olds." Meghan smirks. "And you look hot." She adds.

So Sebastian pays for the dress, and this ridicules pair of high heels I can barely walk in.

I change into my regular cloths, and follow him to the train station, and Meghan goes home.

Again I find myself curled up in a ball, and Sebastian laughing.

The presidential mansion is huge. Sebastian leads me to a large door, as I pull the suitcase.

"Name and purpose." Says a fat robotic like voice.

"Sebastian Mythe. For the court." He says into the speaker, and the doors open.

"I'll show you to your room sir." A short man replies.

We follow him to a one bed one bath, room.

Sebastian hands me a pillow and a blanket.

"Oh, I'm sleeping on the floor?"

"I may not be fifty or have ten cats, but I'm not giving you the bed." He replies.

"That's fair." I retort, and create a pallet in the floor.

I woke up to Sebastian buttoning up a navy blue dress shirt. Has he always been this muscular? Has he always been this atractive?

"Do I have to wear the dress-"

I begin to ask.

"-Yes Jenn, yes you do."

So I go into the bathroom, change, and comb my hair.

"Happy?" I ask, slipping on the damn heels.

"Yes. Come on we are going to be late." He answers, and I follow him to the court room.

The president stands in the front, a blond man, older than me kneels in from of him.

"Let the court commence!" Yells the second in command.

"We have evedence, and witness, so this should be quick." Sebastian whispers.

"We charge you we murder an offense to the country. To avenge Mr. Robert Mythe, We sentence Chase Hope to death." President Kamp says.

Before I can think, I'm running to the front of the room.

"YOU'VE GOT THE WRONG PERSON!" I scream. I'm being dragged of of him by strong arms, I assume are Sebastian's.

"Jennifer! I love you!" Chase yells, and as the door closes a gunshot pierces my ears.

He's gone. I'm crying. That's all I can do.

"Sebastian get the hell off me." I scream through sobs. "They killed the wrong person.

I'm released, and turn to see a green eyed guy, maybe my age, but he isn't Sebastian.

"Care to explain what you mean by that?" He asks.