Morning sucked.
Draven woke up to someone shaking him. "Mmph. Five more minutes."
"You have one hour before the trial." Elise's voice. Not happy. "Get up."
He opened his eyes. She was already dressed. Full formal shit. Black dress with silver trim. Hair up. Looking like a duchess instead of the woman who'd sucked his cock last night.
"Fuck. Right. Trial." He sat up. *Rustle.* Sheets falling. "What time is it?"
"Eight. Trial's at nine. They're doing it in the Grand Cathedral." She threw clothes at him. *Thump.* "Dress. Now."
Draven got up. Started putting on the formal robes. Black and gold. Arclight colors. Made him look important.
Elise helped. Buttoned his shirt. Fixed his collar. Her hands on him. Casual. Like they'd done this forever.
Which they kinda had.
"You scared?" she asked. Quiet.
"Can't be. Core took that." He looked at her. "You?"
"Terrified." She finished the last button. Looked up. Eyes wet. "They could execute you. Today. And I'd have to watch."
