Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters created by and/or that belong to Marvel.
A-N: This story is taking place in an alternate timeline. It will be fantasy driven so the characters won't be 100% as you know them from the comics, television show, or movies.
"We find Lady Jean Grey guilty for the murder of King David Munroe ruler of the elements, husband to Queen N'Dare great priestess and protector of our people. Her sentence will be the stripping of her title as well as death in three days! Take her away!" the head of the council ordered angrily as he pounded his gavel upon its sounding block.
"No I'm innocent! I'm innocent!" she pleaded as the guards grabbed her and her tear filled eyes fell upon Princess Ororo, her hands shackled in gold colored shackles that bared ancient markings, "I would never do this to them, they're my family!"
Princess Ororo watched with great sadness as the guards pulled her away violently. This was unlike the guards to be, but she knew they were stricken with grief, much like the entire kingdom of York. One of the most beloved rulers of the land was dead and the blame was being placed upon the very person he thought of as a second daughter.
Ororo knew it would hurt his heart to see her shackled in shackles meant for the worst of criminals. To see her great power to move things without touch, and her power to touch others minds with her own suppressed by the very shackles he, his wife, and several well-known colleagues were known for creating.
"You murderous witch!" a person screamed angrily accompanied by an agreeing crowd.
"Kill her now!" screamed another.
"I hope you die slowly!" came another angry voice, but it wasn't one of the members of the crowd, but one of the guards who had pushed her to floor. Her face hit the floor hard, and there were cheers from many of the people.
Ororo saw blood sliding down the side of her face and mouth as the guards yanked her up from the floor without a care in the world as to what pain they were causing her. She couldn't stand it anymore. She felt rage bubble up inside her. She would not let her people lose themselves to anger and hate.
"Enough!" she exclaimed as she stood, shocking the angry crowd into silence and giving off such a presence that even the council members froze in fear. "You shall handle her with respect and not treat her like some piece of unwanted garbage!"
"But my Princess," the guard spoke softly and carefully not wanting to anger her further and incur her wrath, "she murdered your father."
"I'm aware of that, but just because she committed such an action doesn't give you the right to lose your soul and forget who you are and what my father stood for. Treat others with dignity and respect and furthermore, never let the evils of this world pollute you, is what he would say. He would not want to see his trusted guards or beloved people behaving in such a manner!"
The silence lingered in the room, which seemed to last a lifetime before the guard spoke.
"Forgive us your majesty. You are correct," he said as he bowed his head remorsefully.
"Now please go back to your homes, calm yourselves, and fill your hearts with peace. In honor of my father," her voice trembling as she struggled to hold back her tears, "show forgiveness, not hate."
The crowd calmed themselves, and the faces of the council carried guilt for allowing the crowd to become so unruly.
The guards resumed walking Jean out of the court room, this time with more consideration. But before Jean exited, she gave Ororo once last tear filled look of sadness, and then she was gone.
To Be Continued