He was nothing more than a criminal now, locked away in a cell and waiting for what ever fate had in store. Logan was left to his thoughts and memories of the past four years. He had been on a downward spiral fueled by the helpless feelings he harbored. There had been no one he could turn to and to confide in. A deal had been struck with Reaver but the man had his own agenda.

Time meant nothing at that point and even the meals were given at intervals that didn't seem right. Logan received no friendly visits and the men who guarded him, once loyal to him alone, paid him little attention. Walter came to his cell, demanding some explanation or to see him fall beneath the verbal abuse but he ignored the man. They had been friends once but now Logan found himself shunning contact and wishing only to be alone.

Logan knew he had caused so much pain. People died for his cause and he killed to make sure that things had gone his way. Now, sitting in the cell, all he could wonder is if Tara would listen to him. She had been to Aurora and no doubt bore witness to the darkness. She would understand.

The din of celebration was a muffled sound in the cells below the castle. Logan knew what it was for; Tara' coronation. He would have given anything to watch the proceedings, to hold her and congratulate her but no one had given him the luxury. He was a prisoner and, by popular vote, a tyrant; as such he deserved nothing.

It was the soft sound of footsteps that brought Logan out of his thoughts. He had the sinking feeling that his trail and possible execution would be that very day. It wasn't the best way to start one's reign over the country but it seemed like those who had worked against would want it that way. He hid his face in his hands, muttering something akin to a prayer as the footsteps grew closer.

"Brother?"

Logan's head shot up when he heard Tara's voice. She stood on the other side of the bars, gloved hands wringing as she looked at him. He knew too well that she was uncomfortable, whether it was due to the dress she wore or that he sat in prison he couldn't tell. What Logan could tell was that she was unhappy.

"The crown suits you," Logan said, slowly standing. He should have gotten straight to the point and asked why she was there but he found himself wanting her company.

Tara gave a nervous chuckle, her hands reaching up and trailing over the golden item. "I didn't think it would be so heavy."

Logan tentatively approached the bars, "Is that mother's dress?"

"No. Jasper saw to it that one was tailored in it's image." Tara looked down at herself, "I feel so awkward wearing it. Men's clothing seem much more comfortable."

"You look beautiful, Tara." Logan reached through the bars and, with quivering fingers, stroked Tara's cheek. "Mother would be proud to see you like this."

Tara smiled, turning her face slightly into the touch, and stared at her hands. "Not with all these scars and callused fingers."

Logan pulled his hand away, "You should be enjoying this day. Not down in the dungeon with someone waiting trial."

"You're still my brother," Tara replied with annoyance in her voice. "I'm sorry it came to this, I really am."

"I should be the one apologizing. I pushed you far beyond your point but I don't think I was wrong in doing so." Logan noticed the confusion and pain on Tara's face, choosing to turn away rather the face her.

Tara twined her fingers around the bars of the cell, "All those people you had killed, Elliot...and the ones you ignored in Aurora, you feel no regret?"

He could feel his body tense at the question and was happy that he had his back to Tara. "I had my reasons, Tara."

"Please tell me." She was begging

"You will have to wait for the trial," Logan replied glancing over his shoulder. He could see the emotions work across her face until anger took hold.

"No," Tara snarled, baring her teeth like an animal. "You will tell me now, brother, or I will call for you execution at this moment. I demand to know."

"You have my answer. You can either accept it or have me killed."

"I am Queen, Logan."

"And you have been for only a short time," Logan snapped, rounding on Tara. "I am asking you, as your brother, to wait."

Tara frowned and spat at him before leaving. Logan hadn't expected that reaction and, with a heavy sigh, he sat on the lone bed in the cell, waiting for his execution that day.

It never came.