Elizabeth sat on her throne, once again decked out in the attire from her time of birth, her blue eyes as cold as ice. All of the court was in attendance and bowed and curtsied as the Queen rose from her throne. "Viola Jarman. The end of your sentence has come. Once the sun dips before the horizon, you will meet your final death." Her voice was soft, but it carried through the entire room. "You may at this time speak your final words then the manner of your death will be decided." Elizabeth was going to let Cathair choose how Viola would die. Then queen sat back down in her throne, allowing the court to rise once more.
A telepath in the employ of the queen stepped forward. Elizabeth looked at Viola as she spoke. "Ewan here is a telepath. You may think what you wish to say and he will speak for you."