Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the story. Richelle Mead does. She's just that awesome, you guys.
So this is my first story in a LONG time. I'm trying to get back into the groove of writing. My days are busy with work and school, so don't get mad if I don't update the very next day!
NOTE: This is somewhat A/U. This is what I thought would happen if Rose had given up. These are the days leading up to her execution.
Prologue
Rosemarie Hathaway, you are hereby sentenced to be executed in seven days.
So...that was it.
"As they told you yesterday after the sentencing, you're allowed visitors." The Guardian standing in front of her cell said.
Rose didn't know who this one was. She barely remembered being brought to her cell. She had been so numb after the sentence was read. The visiting thing was obviously for saying her so longs and farewells.
That was it.
"Once per day, right up till the day before your execution. You want one now?" The Guardian continued.
Rose looked down at her shackled wrists thoughtfully. They had shackled her wrists the moment they said she was bound to be executed. She guessed they were not taking any chances. The Moroi world was in an uproar. Justice had to be served and she happened to be that sacrificial lamb. Her death would bring peace...or so they thought.
An innocent sacrificial lamb.
"Yes." Rose finally said, looking up at him.
"Who?" The Guardian asked.
She told him.
Note: It's been a long time, kids! :) I'm slowly getting back to my feet! Next one...