This popped into my head and would not let go.

-Grace of Masbolle

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It was time. Men of the King's Own led the prisoners before the king and the other nobles who stood near the Scanran and Tortallan border. The Knight Commander of the King's Own stood next to King Jonathan, his eyes hard, filled with anger and grief. The prisoners stopped before the king. There were seven people who stood in chains, heads bowed. One was tall, with brown hair and hazel eyes, face as still as stone. One of the others in the line had brown hair swept back from a widow's peak and green eyes, grief and pain swimming on the surface of them. King Jonathan stood up and spoke to the prisoners.

"You have been tried and found guilty of high treason and deserting in the face of the enemy. You are hereby exiled from Tortall for the rest of your lives. Each of the nobles here will no say something to you, and then you will leave."

Lord Wyldon stood up. "You were all fine knights. You were doing your duty, and though I do not agree with the punishment you have been given, it is what it is. Goodbye, and Owen," He said looking at his former squire where he stood in chains, "I could not be more proud of you if I tried." Lord Wyldon turned and walked away.

Many other nobles spoke. Lord Raoul refused to speak, and from the look in his eyes, all could tell he was not happy with the king. Finally, it was time for the traitors to leave Tortall. Their chains were removed. They were given their weapons and packs with supplies, so they could survive. They were about to walk over the border, when a voice called out from the back of the crowd:

"Wait! I helped them, I am going with them." The speaker was a tall man with dark hair and very blue eyes. Lord Raoul stepped forward to block the man's way. "No, Dom. You can't do this. You were under my orders, you are innocent." Lord Raoul rested his big hand on Dom's shoulder, but Dom shrugged it off. He looked up at Raoul, his blue eyes boring into Raoul's black ones. "I would have gone anyway. You can't make me change my mind. I would never have forgiven myself if I did not go." He stepped away from Raoul and walked to where the prisoners stood. He stood next to the brown haired one, and as one they stepped over the border and walked away.

Well, what do you think? This is not a one shot, I will continue it.