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you're a princess researching your mothers death

"It's not worth your life, Claire" He calls after me. I keep walking. That's one thing he is wrong about. It is worth it. Everything that I am about to do or not do depends on what I find. I feel his hand grip mine, spinning me around to face him. I keep my eyes lowered, knowing that if I look up he will convince me to stop. 

"I have to," I tell him, still glaring at the ground.
"Claire, listen. We both want the same thing, but it is not worth it!" His voice grows louder. "It isn't!" He pulls me closer to him, grabbing my face with both hand and tilting it up.
"I have to." I repeat with more resolve, lifting my eyes to meet his. His gaze flicks across my face. He must see the resolve in my features, because he lets go of my face before spinning away and looking into the distance. I watch as he thinks, counting the seconds until he finally turns back to me, nodding.
"Fine. But like hell you are doing it alone. I am coming."
I blink at him. "Finn, no. No way. I wouldn't ever be able to forgive myself if you..."
"Claire, I am coming. I loved her too, remember?" He pauses, before continuing shakily, "I know she wasn't my mother, but she might as well have been. I need to know what happened just as much as you do. Besides you are going to need me anyways."
I open my mouth, ready to snap back a retort. But his words cut me. It was just as personal for Finn as me. My mother had been best friends with his mother. When Finn's mother died a few days after he was born, my mom had stepped in and taken him under her wing as her own, and raised us as siblings. And on top of that, I know that he is right. I didn't know the first place to look, or even who to ask. As the cook's son he was privy to gossip and information that I wasn't and had the palace connections that I didn't.
My silence is enough for him to know- his lips twitch with a smirk of victory. He lifts his hand and brushes aside a loose brown curl that had fallen into his eyes before grinning.
"I think I have an idea of someone who might have some information." He smiles wider as I nod in agreement, but as I look into eyes, eyes that I had seen everyday of my life, I see the pain that he is trying to hide. I look at my best friend, at his beautiful hair and the light smattering of freckles that dot his tanned and sunburnt face. I look at the icy blue eyes, that make every girl in the palace swoon for him. My tall lanky Finn. A bitter smile rips my features. He didn't deserve this. My mother didn't deserve it. My eyes begin to well at these thoughts, and I turn, hiding my emotion from him.
"Where too?" I ask.