Chapter three! YAY! God, I'm wierd :) what else would you expect? Again, haven't read the book yet, and again, this is based on what I think should happen. (I relly want that book!) So go on, read the third chapter! I wrote it just for you :)

How I had expected to die was protecting the people I loved, to die protected Lissa. I would never had immagined dying over being falsely accused of commiting murder, of commiting high treason.

Over the next three days I sat looking at the sealed pack of papers, wondering what was inside of them. My choice to live over-rode my curiosity, so I didn't do anything stupid like take a peak inside.

I had told my gaurds not to let anyone in to my cell. They had questioning looks on their faces, but shrugged it off. No one visited em anyway. Who gives a shit about bad old Rose Hathaway, anyway?

Food came, and I ate what I felt like eating, than as for laughs, chucked out of my cell at the wall by bending the plastic spoon backwards. I had once aimed for one of the gaurdians standing watch outside my cell, my shot had improved, getting him right in the center of the forehead. I laughed my ass off.

What else was there to do except brood over my pathetic life that apperently everyone likes to screw with?

I had woken up one morning, the days were bluring together by now. When I sat up, I felt something was different. I looked over to see that Demitri was one of my gaurds today. Great, that's soooo wonderfull.

My brekfast was already here, so I must have slept in today. I went to get it, not really feeling hungry today, and went back to sitting on my bed. The perfect angle. I took the plastic spoon, filled it with that green stuff, and looked at him trying to get an aim.

I quickly pulled back spoon and shot, the food splattering all over his face. Demitri groweled, wiping the food off his face. "Real immature, Rose."

"So is kissing my best friend." I stated loudly.

I filled my spoon again, and aimed. He thought I was aiming for his face again, so he only moved the tophalf of his body. Little did he know that I was aiming for his pants.

"Stop it." one of the others commanded after I had gotten Demitri.

"I would love to see you stuck in a cage for something that you didn't do." I muttered.

"I know you didn't do it, Rose." Demitri said.

"Shut up and get burned in Christian's home made hell, you ass!" I exclaimed.

One of the other gaurdians walked up to the bars. Her expression was uncaring. "Your sentance is today, Miss Hathaway. Please get ready. You will be leaving in half an hour."

Half an hour till I get to find out whether I live or die, half an hour till I know if Lissa got caught in her plan.

Grabbing the packet, I went and tried to finger out the knots in my hair for about fifteen minutes. I gave up after that, sitting down onto the bed with my bck to the gaurdians, trying to calm myself.

Before I knew it, I was on my way to the court in hand cuffs and dirty clothes. I must have looked a sight, everyone we passed by gave me strange looks as if they didn't know me. Or maybe it was that they believed that lie of me killing the queen. Either way, they didn't matter. I was on my way to death.

I walked into the room where they were holding my death sentance. Every head turned to stare, and I refused to look at any of them. Holding my head high, I walked toward the front. There was no seat to sit in this time, no place to go but to stand right there, in front of the council.

"Rosemary Hathaway, you stand infront of the counsil accused of killing the Moroi Queen Tatiana." the judge said.

"Wait, before you do anything, I have some papers you need to read." I said, looking down at my hand that held the packet. I walked up and handed them to her, than stepped back.

"You have the grand alchemist seal on this. Where did you get this?" she asked.

"Abe." I said.

Her eyes widened, I could tell she knew about the attempted assassination of my father, and probably believed I wanted him dead, too.

She opened the packet of papers, and started reading them quietly to herself. Meanwhile I took a peek at the council members, who were all sitting nervously. Lissa had made her point clear to all of them, using whatever method on each.

"You may want to read this. It contains important information about this case. Maybe you should have done some reserch for yourselves." the judge said, handing the council members the papers.

I shifted on my feet, feeling the eyes of every Moroi and Dhamper boring into the back of my head. What did they think? What they want to happen to me?

Was the real killer of the queen sitting there, in one of those rows or isles?

Who was going to be next?

One of the council members got up and walked over to the judge. It was Adrian's father, who glared at me as he passed by. He whispered something to the judge, who nodded. Than he turned to the crowd.

"It seems that we have made a mistake. Rosemarry Hathaway has not killed the queen." he said loudly. Than, more quietly, he said so only I could here "But I would bet my life she knows who did."