The Court of Lions. Draft. Pt. 2.

Adam held the door out for me and closed it behind him after we'd both walked in.
There was a small bed with violet sheets sat in the far right corner, a sitting table with two chairs of dark oak to our left, and a dresser, made out of the same dark oak, on the left wall. It was a cozy, cave-like room.
Adam took me by the elbow and led me to the bed. We sat in silence for a moment, he was probably wondering what to say to me before I'd die. But when he finally spoke he said that last thing that was on my mind.
"Your sister's alive."
I looked up at him in shock. My mind wouldn't process what he'd said.
Claudia… was alive?
I turned toward him, kneeling beside him on the bed, I grabbed his arm begging him for answers. I opened my mouth but no words came. I looked desperately into his face but he wouldn't look at me.
Please, I thought in my head. Please, just give me one explanation!
"Inda," he said, still not looking at me.
The memory of Claudia falling, slipping through my hands toward her death, came flooding through my mind. I silently screamed for answers.
"You'll be seeing her before you're trial. Don't worry. I'll explain everything… later." He started to get up.
I silently begged him for answers, to look at me, not to leave me. I was still holding his arm as tightly as I could. Why was he leaving me with questions, alone before I was to die? Why?
I started to sob. I tried to pull him back to me with my silent fury and confusion, my stupid tears flowing down my face. I wanted to scream "Don't leave me, please!" but nothing came from my mouth. I pulled harder on his arm. I heard a ripping sound but suddenly I was in his arms.
I gasped and got pink in the face. But then I realized how comfortable I was. I knew I was going to die, so what? At that moment I couldn't have felt more safe. I didn't bother with false hopes of escaping from this somehow. It was okay.
Adam tightened our embrace, but only to let go. He held me by the shoulders and looked straight into my eyes.
His eyes were… strange. I'd never had the courage to look directly at them before. They were startling scarlet. Fierce-looking. But the more I looked now, the more they were beautiful. They made me think of blood, but the crimson in his eyes I had never seen in blood.
They were the last thing I wanted to remember before I died. Not because they were his eyes, but because they were beauty at its purest. Once every so often something as awe-striking as those eyes is made. Red eyes are not totally uncommon, but none have I seen or heard of have been as wondrous as the pair of eyes that was staring into mine. In the same way every sunrise is beautiful, but only once do you see a truly magnificent one.
He said one last time before leaving my small purgatorial cell, "Don't worry."
Then I was alone.

There was a timid knock at my door.