I died and was reborn into an Otome game!? (Hiatus)

Part 6

The sun shined brightly on Jayne's face through the window. Causing her to wake up and wince and wished she had drawn the curtains before she fell asleep. But she was up. And she needed to talk to Mr Morton. She stood up and stretched all of her muscles, awakening her body. She moved to open the door. But there was a slight problem.

It was locked.

She jumbled with the doorknob for a few seconds but it didn't work, "Mr Morton?" She called. No response. "Mr Morton!" She banged on the door, trying to get his attention. No response.

Mr Morton saw it has his responsibility to look after Abraham, and after Jayne's outburst, he decided he needed to do what was best for Abraham. He was with the Duke.

"He hit my daughter! That is unacceptable, I need to make an example out of him to anyone who would dare touch her."

"I understand that, but he is still just a boy. He doesn't know any better."

"He's not a child though, is he?"

Mr Morton looked to the ground and squeezed his eyes, knowing what he'd have to do.

"I'll take his place."

-

Jayne kept pulling at the door, but her attempts were futile. She then decided to unlatch the window and jumped out of it, making her way to the front door. "Mr Morton? Why was my door locked?" She went to his room, the door was open. "Mr Morton?" She peered inside but no one was there. Maybe he was in the kitchen? She went inside but found nothing, there wasn't even a leftover plate on the table. Did he not eat breakfast? Where even was he? 

Jayne had more things to worry about, she hoped he was alright. But he had to make sure Abraham was okay first.

-

"No."

"Listen-"

"NO!" Abraham shouted from behind the bars.

"We're lucky enough that the Duke allowed us to speak to each other son."

"No no no no, I won't let this happen, I refuse."

"It's not in your place to refuse, I'm old, I've lived my life, for you to die at such a young would-be so tragic. I won't allow it."

"But-"

"Not buts, the Duke already agreed," He moved his arm to go through the jail bar that was separating the two, clasping the back of Abraham's head, "Now listen, I want you to leave this place, you may not die, but the family will still resent you, they'll stalk you until you make a small hiccup and punish you for it, I want you to be safe." 

He leaned forward for both of their foreheads to touch, "You were truly a blessing to me, I never had children, and the day that I found you, it's like some mystical being blessed me with one."

They both started to cry. "Here." He removed the two bracelets he kept close to his heart, "I want you to take these, to remember me by, and that, maybe one day, when you find someone, you can give one of these to them. " He placed the bracelets into Abraham's hand.

He shook his head fervently, "No, no, you can't leave me, sir, please." His voice shook, "I don't want to be alone."

"And you won't be." He pulled away. Two guards then grabbed onto his arms, another one unlocked Abraham's cell and pulled him out.

"What are you doing?" Mr Morton asked, shaking in the grip of the soldiers.

"The Duke has ordered that he watch your execution."

- 

Jayne ran to the castle, hoping she would be able to talk to Abraham.  As she entered through a back door, she found that it was surprisingly empty. During the day,  the back of the castle was filled with servants cooking and cleaning and carrying all sorts of things. Her stomach then growled. Moaning, Jayne rushed to the kitchens to steal a bread roll and continue on.

There was only a little old lady sweeping the floor.

"Where- where is everyone?" She hurriedly picked up a roll.

"The Duke gave everyone the morning off so they could go watch the public execution in the town square."

She dropped the roll, "What?!" 

"Yeah, well, I've never been a fan of-" Jayne rushed out of the kitchen and into the stables, not caring for what the lady had to stay.

She had only ever ridden a horse once in her life, and she needed Abraham's help to get on it, "Oh Abraham." She cried at the memory. Adrenaline kicked into her system as she successfully jumped onto the horse, riding it without a saddle. Luckily the horse had a rein attached to it and she kicked it to go faster. The sound of the hooves against the cobblestone caused her heart to race, even more, not caring about the bystanders on the road that had to dodge to save their lives.

She finally reached the entrance of the town, her face paled as she saw the gallow and a noose. But what surprised her was that it was not Abraham who was up there, but Mr Morton.

She cried out, which caused the bumbling crowd the look behind them to see the girl on the horse. Mr Morton looked up to see the last face he would ever see. He gave a smile.

And the trapdoor underneath him was removed.