To you, My dear, I am forever sorry.

chapter three

"Start your case." A boy shouted next to me, he was most likely the servant that came a few moments ago.

Two men stood up, one was clothed in black. He appeared to be a nobleman with the way his clothes were made. The other man appeared to be from a village or a town of some sort.

"Your highness," The nobleman said, "My daughter, Farah, has died- she was a promising woman with a bright future, and I believe he stole that future away from her" His finger pointed at the man across him.

It was a murder case. That should be easy enough. All I had to do was place a feather on the scale that was in front of me. I had asked Alif to make it out of pure gold, for better results. How this would work is -- if the person is lying, the feather will become heavy, therefore the scale would move, if the person is telling the truth, the feather would become light- therefore not moving.

"I see..." I said. I stood and prayed to the Egyptian god ma'at, to give me accurate results and promised to give Her a sacrifice for her help.

After finishing my prayer I went and put a feather on the scale. I looked at the poor-looking man, "Did you kill his daughter" I asked.

he stayed silent for a few seconds. "No. She was my fiancé, I would never do that to her...I-I loved her. But her father-" he pointed at Noblemen. "He never approved of our engagement. He even threatened me and said he would kill me if I didn't break the marriage off."

the feather did not move.

I looked over to the noblemen-looking man and asked "Did you do something to your daughter?"

"no."

And the feather moved.

the eyes of the courtroom widened at these simple movements, whispers began to rise and gasps stole their breaths.

"did you kill your daughter?"

"NO" He shouted, his voice bringing judgmental silence, his face started to form distraught features, his eyebrows crooked, his eyes widened so hard that I had thought they were going to pop out of his face, and his mouth was wide open in a weird shape, and he began to heavily sweat.

The feather moved once again.

The whispers became shouts, their people screaming at him, telling him to go to hell. He did not respond, which was expected at least, but panicking looked towards me. His eyes met mine and I saw the amount of mercy he wanted me to give him.

"Tell them to calm down," I said to Jamie, he looked confused at first, but he nevertheless went and, surprisingly, calmed the audience down. their whispers came to an end and I stood up.

"As punishment for killing your daughter, you will need to pay 1000 silver coins, or suffer 14 years in prison."

"I don't.. . have 1000 silver coins.. "

I laughed, a mean laugh, and it was loud and insufferable, but I still did it. "Guards if you will please" 

The guards did as they were told and took the noblemen and dragged him out of the court, when he left the courtroom began to chipper with noise once again, like birds in the early hours of the morning. I turned towards Jamie, resting my head in the palm of my hand. 

"Well?"

A confused look strung on his face, "Well what?"

"What do you think? This is your first court meeting, correct?"

"it's interesting I suppose"

"hm. I see "

I stood up and picked up the feather on the scale and walked out of the screaming crowds, with Jamie following after me. He continued to be quiet with a stoned expression until he asked me a question.

"Your highness?" 

"Yes?"

"Why did you want to know where I was from"

I was shocked by this question, I did not know that it bothered him that it stayed in the back of his mind even hours later. 

"I was merely curious, making conversation if you will" 

He nodded in satisfaction, not bothering to ask more questions as if asking more will reveal some truth that he did not want to hear.

"Is there anything else you want to know?" he said, as we entered my room. "That is if you're not busy" He smiled again, and I felt myself stare at him for far too long.

"I suppose I'm not" I replied, sitting at my desk while removing the jewelry that I had worn. "How did you meet Alif"

"I met him at the Hilltops school. He picked me to be a guard, Your highness"