This story is my own rendition of what I think will happen in the third segment of the story from where the sequel left off. I originally only wrote two chapters so I don't know if I'll finish it, we'll see since school has officially taken over my life with homework :3 let the madness begin.

Disclaimer: I do not own Victoria Aveyard's the Red Queen or the Glass Crown.

"His expression is unreadable, but his meaning is clear. Which one hand, he points to his feet. His fingers are whiter than I remember.

I do as he says.

I kneel"

-Glass Crown

When I closed my eyes in that moment I expected to feel regret; most likely along the thoughts of if I hadn't trusted Jon this wouldn't have happened. But no... He knew this would happen already, and from it I saved over a hundred prisoners. I couldn't erase that fact no matter how much I cursed him for having the gall to look guilty when I glared. In the end it drew to a toss up of whether I though it was worth it or not. I may have saved two hundred New Bloods but only to have a squadron captured with me in a trap. I may have given myself up for survival yet without the knowledge of knowing if Maven even kept his word. Like Julian said Anyone can betray anyone.

Remembering Julian hurts since it brings up the topic I have been trying to not think about: Cal and worse Kilorn.

I don't doubt that Cal is at least alive. No matter how hard Maven tries he still cares about his family even sentimentally; yet he also enjoys revenge. Him giving a public showing of my death is correlation enough. Cal is most likely trapped in a cell somewhere forced to watched my broadcasted death. Just another showing of his kindness I presume.

But Kilorn... I know he will never forgive me for protecting him once again but seeing him captured and fearing for his life would have killed me. This was the best thing I could give him, if even a chance at survival.

And I regret nothing.

With those thoughts I stare straight ahead at Maven as he raises his sword. Maven's eyes catch my own and something reminiscent of amusement filters through them.

I watch as the former kings sword, the one once use to sever the head of Tiberius the sixth, swings aimed for the root of my neck.

CLANG.

I am silent. The crowd is silent. Evangeline at his side shows mock surprise as she casually turns toward the camera, and then the crowd.

The sword that is meant to be buried in my neck is instead buried in the stone on my right. The sword gleams with the former heat of the princes suffocating inferno.

DONE, for chapter one at least, chapter two will of course be longer. I really just need to finish my homework first...that I haven't even started. Chapter two will come soon^^ hope you enjoyed. Leave a review and favorite and all that jazz~