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I make my way through the crowd and the guards let me pass. I march down to Julian's cell, all I can think of is how stupid he is. Pleading guilty for a crime he didn't do?!?!
The guard lets me in and closes the door behind me.
"Ophelia, I-"
I raise my hand and slap him across the face before he can finish speaking.
"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?!" I shout, tears running down my face, not caring if the guard hears.
His eyes are wide with shock and he's gently cupping his cheek.
"I just-"
I raise my other hand slap the other side of his face.
"I don't know what happened in that dungeon, but you can't just go around and act like I don't have a say in this! You're not guilty, you don't get to die for no reason! You can't just act like I'll be fine if you die! What about Portia? What about every one that cares about you? We love you!!! Get that through your thick skull!!" I wipe the tears off my face and try to make my voice sound less shaky.
His face is beet red and tears are beginning to form in his eye.
"Ophelia, please-"
"Shut up, don't talk! I don't want to hear any of your stupid excuses! I don't need you to protect me, I'm capable. If anything YOU need protection! I leave you alone for a moment and you try and get yourself KILLED!!!"
I grab his wrist and wrench it away from his face, he looks scared, but something else too?
"Now you can speak. Choose your next words very carefully, Julian."
"I... Ophelia...." a tear streaks down his reddened cheek, "I'm sorry... I just don't want anyone else to get hurt... You have to understand.... I'm doing this for a good reason."
He can't make eye contact with me, and he keeps fidgeting.
"I don't think I could ever understand why you're trying to get yourself killed," I snap back.
Looking down I notice a tent in his pants.
"Julian. I don't know why you're doing this, but I am going to do every single thing in my power to keep you alive and with me. I don't care if you're fighting me every step of the way," I smirk at him, "now you might want to get rid of your hard on before the trial continues"
If possible he grows even redder, and right on cue the guard knocks on the door "times up!"
As he's sputtering I turn around and walk through the door, my heart beating wildly.
I hope I can help him.