He came with a proposition this time.
“My fathe- the King wants to make a deal with you,” he told her, crouching down beside her on the jail floor. “You can stay in this cell for the rest of your life or you can join Balance- you’ll be free.” He hesitated.
“And- you’ll be with me,” he finished.
She lowered her deep brown eyes and stared at her hands. The knuckles were white, from cold or from clutching her fists too hard. He felt his heart beat faster with each passing second as he waited for her decision.
She didn’t respond.
He bit his lip- he couldn’t wait anymore. He whispered her name.
Her head came up and his heart stopped when he saw the defiance in her eyes. They flashed a blinding golden yellow and he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head.
She didn’t say anything, he already knew her answer, lowering his head to show he understood.
When the door to the prison cells slid closed behind him, he sank to the floor and leaned against the cold wall. Staring up at the gray ceiling, he took a deep breath, stale air diving sharply through his nose.
Shutting his eyes, he hugged his knees and rocked back and forth- she’d denied his offer, she’d denied her chance, and she’d denied him. He didn’t know what was worse; betraying her or leaving unforgiven.