The sound of running footsteps filled the spirit mansion as Dwala finished brushing her hair. she stood up, looking startled as twelve guards swarmed into her room, their swords drawn and angry glares on their faces. "What is the meaning of this?!"Dwala demanded two of her maids flanking her looking frightened, "COCUBINE DWALA HIS MAJESTY WANTS YOU!!" She stared at them, wondering what the big problem was, and why they were practically aiming their weapons at her, but decided to follow them anyway. People stared at them when she walked past, a confused look appearing on her face at the sight of all their hostile and disgusted looks. "Excuse me? What's going on"She asked one of the guards. they only glared at her in response, startling her. The palace came into view up ahead, Dwala hoping everything would be cleared up soon. Two guards opened the doors, glaring at her as she walked past.

"Emperor Hamza!"The lead guard says bowing his head. Hamza stared at them, his head resting on his hand. "Filipo"Emperor Hamza greeted. "Your highness"Dwala greeted. "The traitor"Emperor Hamza glared. She stared in shock, feeling everything get tight around her. "Traitor?"Dwala mumbles stunned. "One of the cocubine's came to me in tears, and told me how you were planning to throw my kingdom into chaos by killing me while I had no heir still....that is a very diabolical plan for someone like you"Emperor Hamza says. "Someone like...me, what are you talking about?!"Dwala demanded. "Greedy, abusive and Manipulative, yet whenever you're around me, you're always so sweet and innocent...as if you couldn't do any wrong in the world"Emperor Hamza scowled. "I'm always sweet and innocent! I don't know what you're even talking about"Dwala defended.

Hamza got to his feet, walking down towards her, a disgusted look on his face as he got closer. "You will be beheaded today, right after this....I don't want to see the ugly face of a greedy traitor"Emperor Hamza glared. Dwala fell to her knees, her eyes wide as she stared at the ground. She reached out, grabbing his cloak. "Please, I'm innocent! I would never plot against you, Hamza!"Dwala pleaded tears falling down her cheeks. He stared down at her, looking amused. "You know I wouldn't do this, you've spent time with me alone! If it was me wouldn't I have tried it all those other times!"Dwala cried. He kneeled down, smiling at her. "Hamza..."Dwala stared. A slap filled the air, Dwala touching her cheek stunned as she trembled. "You have such a slithery tongue, I almost believed you for a minute there"Emperor Hamza says. "D-didn't I mean anything to you..."Dwala asks quietly. "No, not at all.."Emperor Hamza responds coldly.

The guards grabbed her arms, hauling her to her feet. "Kill her in this dress, so she knows it'll be the last piece of clothing she ever wears..."Emperor Hamza orders. "HAMZA! PLEASE!! IT'S WASN'T ME!"Dwala yells her eyes wide. He stared at her, his personal guard looking guilty beside him as he watched her. "SABOR!"Dwala yells. Sabor looked down, fighting back tears as Hamza glanced at him. The guards dragged her out to the execution area, forcing her to a kneel, as the army general heated an axe. She stared, looking towards where Hamza stood at to watch her death. "I tried.....I tried to be nice because you had it rough growing up...but, I still wish you a great life"Dwala says. Hamza stared in shock, standing up straight. "WAIT!" The axe swung down, Sabor covering his mouth to keep from throwing up. An arrow struck Hamza in the back, his eyes wide. He fell over, Sabor yelling in shock. "Dwala..."Emperor Hamza mumbles his eyes glowing, a lightning bolt hitting Dwala's body.

Dwala gasped, finding herself in a garden, her eyes wide. "Dwala, are you alright?!"Rosey gasped looking at her. "W-What happened?! What day is this!!"Dwala demanded. "September 3rd, Lady Dwala..."Missy answers blinking twice. "In two days you go to the Emperors Palace to become a cocubine"Jamie adds. Emperor Hamza, the current ruler of the Sandstone Kingdom and the one who sentenced her to her death. She quickly got up, running to the fountain and looking at her reflection. She touched her red hair, a look of stunned shock on her face. "How, I died..I remember the feeling...the heat of the axe..."Dwala mutters touching her neck. She was back, alive and well...but this time she wasn't gonna make the same mistake twice and be nice to that man. She was gonna ignore him, decline all his gifts and find out the real culprit behind the plot she was framed for. There was no more sweet and innocent Dwala after today.