The bar bustled tonight. Joan sat in the corner with Sam. She reassured Catrin nightly that he wasn't a suitor but his company was pleasant.
"What's wrong?" Joan waved a hand in front of his face. "You keep wandering away from our conversation."
"Work, sometimes it is tough." Sam took her hand for a moment. "Do you trust me?"
"I suppose I do now," Joan said. "What is going on?"
"It is going to look like I'm betraying you in a second." Sam took his hand away from hers. "It's OK if you hate me. It will look better."
Catrin walked into the bar and Joan waved her over. Sam stood up, but instead of helping her to sit, he gripped her arm tightly.
"Catrin," he said loudly enough to cut through the noise in the bar. "I'm arresting you on the charge of corruption and sedition. You will be held for trial in front of the King."
Joan wondered if it were possible to die from her heart breaking. Catrin looked at her with wide eyes, but Joan couldn't say anything.