Her sword dropped as she grew angry at his tone, at the ineptitude of promises, and the time that had run out.

"Very well then. I am making a choice." Her eyes flashed, chin raising. "I chose to marry Gisborne."

He looked away, her eyes dropping as she felt like she'd kicked herself saying it. She shook her head and looked up, her heart in her eyes, denying herself the want to cry out, to plead that it wasn't supposed to go this way.

That she wasn't supposed to lose everything.

"Is that what you want me to say?"