Casey Anderson isn't expecting much from her Mark - but when her soulmate turns out to be Prince August, the boy next in line for the throne, everything changes.
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In a world much like our own, Casey Anderson is trying to navigate her senior...
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I can't get Leah's words out of my head.
If you find her... promise me you'll give her a chance.
It's not like I'm coming up with some grand plan. I'm not picking out wedding rings, or dreamily imagining what colour her hair might be. The thought just... stays in the back of my head.
And if I check my phone more than I usually do, if I sift through crazy fans and the endless, endless dm's on every single social media account I have, stare at my Registry profile for what feels like hours just in case...
Well. I like being in the loop. I have no way of knowing if my parents would actually tell me if any of these were real. At least I know I'll be notified if she Registers. I find myself hoping that she does, hoping that I'll just know already.
Though I have to say, some of these people have very, very vivid imaginations and I'm probably going to need therapy after this. Like seriously.
It's just after dinner when I see it - the email notification. From the Mark Registry.
I hold my breath, hardly able to believe that this could be it. That it could have happened so quickly.
I scan the message, skimming over all the legal-speak and the seemingly compulsive use of my entire legal name which makes the email about twice as long as it needs to be.
After a second, my brain starts to process what it's saying.
And it's -
It's a notification that my profile has matched someone else's. Officially. Someone named Casey Anderson, according to the small font that is currently swimming in front of my eyes.
I'm not breathing.
With shaking fingers, I hit the link to her profile. The site takes ages to load, and I'm trying not to hyperventilate, fingers wrapped around my phone like it's the only thing keeping me breathing.
And then it loads, finally, and suddenly I am breathing, deep and heavy, because it's real, because the Mark matches, it actually matches -
Because it's her.
Casey Anderson is my soulmate.
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I'm frozen. Except that I feel light, lighter than I've felt in days, lighter than I've felt in months, lighter than I've felt in the whole year since the Rift.
I found her.
Well, I suppose the government helped us find each other, to be super technical about it. But still.
She's real. She's out there - and I have absolutely no idea what to do next. What do I do? What do I say?
