The king who had been staring at her hard, softened as she begged to be not hung. "First there shall be a trial child. I do not execute people without just cause." He raised his voice. "Is there any evidence that this is not the person who committed the crime of killing the stable guard?" There was silence. Fitz wished someone would come forward. He begged anyone to say that it couldn't have been her. "Any evidence that this is the person who committed the crime?" A guard spoke.<br/><br/>"I am the one who followed her out of the castle. The timing places her in the stable stealing one of our horses." The king nodded.<br/><br/>"Thank you." He sighed heavily, "There is also one last piece of evidence. Son, bring me the shoe." Fitz had to do it. He hated himself for doing it. Each step was more painful than the last as he brought forward the glass slipper. The one she had lost, the one he had tripped over, it had delayed him just long enough he could have saved her and the guard if he hadn't fallen. "Thank you. Cinderella, your foot please." The king had her place her foot into the slipper showing that she was the woman Fitz had been with in the garden. "Take her to the dungeon for now. You shall have a few days before your execution. If you need to contact anyone to make necessary arraignments." The guards took her roughly carrying her down to the dungeon.