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[(Anonymous)]

Perhaps all of this was a blessing in disguise. Perhaps she wasn't really meant to rule Cheydinhal. Perhaps she was meant to be an adventurer, travelling provinces; helping the needy and delivering justice to the rotten.

A hand hit her shoulder and she jumped, her eyes wide. A legionnaire stood behind her, hard faced.

"What do you think you're doing, little lady?"

Another soldier came wandering through the trees, an arrow readied in his bow. "Crossing the border illegally, looks like."

She was heaved to her feet roughly. "Ah." She began, forcing a smile. "There's a bit of a misunderstanding here. I am sure it will all be cleared up when you realise who I am - "

"I don't care who you are." The second solider said, putting the arrow back in its quiver and fixing her with a glare. "No one crosses the border without going through the gate. Else they're breaking the law. Which you just did. So it's off to a cell for you until someone comes to pay your fine."

"No!" She squirmed in their hold. "You can't! You don't understand! My father - "

The first soldier looked interested. "Got parents? We best write to them. Tell them what a sneak their daughter is."

"No!" She cried louder, wishing her uncle would hear her and come back. "Please, listen! I am the daughter of c - "

The second soldier rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut her up, will you?"

The handle of an axe collided with her skull and the dark claimed her.

*

Execution.

That was the general theme of the carriage ride when she woke.

It wasn't a theme she enjoyed. And she told the carriage driver so. Several times, much to his displeasure.

"Will you shut up?" He growled, guiding the horse down a hill and into a small Nordic village.

"All I am saying," She continued, rather impressed with her calm exterior. "Is that you simply cannot execute me for crossing the border illegally. I have studied Imperial law since I was eleven and I know the punishment is not execution!"

"No wonder they knocked you out." She heard him mutter as the carriage stopped.

She looked around, her eyes wide. She saw some Nords rushing into their house, eager to avoid the eyes of the soldiers. But she saw others who stood and watched. Then someone shouted, "Death to the Stormcloaks!"

"Why have we stopped?" She asked uneasily as the soldiers dragged out the first two prisoners.

"Why do you think?" The man opposite her said. "End of the line."

She was hauled out last, her heart racing, as the names of the others were read out one by one. Then the soldier with list realised she wasn't on it.

"She goes to the block." Was the captain's verdict.

Amielle froze. She should ask that captain her name, she should report her to father for her disregard of innocents. But to what end?

One of the men strode up to the block, impatient for death. His last words were, "My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?"

'No.' She thought immediately. 'My father never smiles.'