Darcey kissed Bryan back passionately, the forest of love evident.
"I won't get myself killed" Darcey said with a half hearted laugh before hugging Bryan, and whispering "I love you" in his ear. Darcey walked to her ship, looked back at Bryan, and smiled before sailing off into the distance.
Darcey was sitting in her prison cell, watching the guards bring in another prisoner. It was someone she knew. Darcey nodded before burying her head in her arms.
"On your feet, prisoner" the guard barked as he unlocked Darcey's cell. Darcey was shackled and was led off to the gallows.
She glared at the crowd, and growled. She knew nobody was going to help her, especially not her brothers in the Order. Torres had said that if she managed to escape her execution, he would give her a second chance. She had a friend waiting in the crowd, but she hoped that Bryan would be there to rescue her. She looked at the woman in the crowd, and nodded, as did she.