epilogue

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No tears were shed on my way back to the palace. In fact, I felt nothing. Emptiness, deep and pure. I'm sure the tears would kick in later, but for now, nothing.

I couldn't imagine what he was thinking about. If I was honest, I felt like I didn't even knew him. But he wasn't a stranger yet. Nothing mattered more than him. Him, flesh and skin in front of me was the only thing I could think about.

As we drove, my bodyguard declared some rules I would have to follow from now on. I didn't listen a bit until one catched my attention.

'Hum wait, could you repeat that last one, please?' I asked.

'Of course.' Malin answered. 'Rule number seventeen: the prince is not allowed his phone, his newer clothes he bought by himself, his stuff from Hillerska, the things he bought by himself, the snow globe that was on his desk at his school, his watch, his pencil case from Hillerska and his notebook from his time at the boarding school.' She recited.

'This is insane! Those are all my stuff and the only things I have left from the last months! The watch and the snow globe are from Erik and all my Hillerska stuff are the only things left from Simon! This is so, so, extremely unfair!' I blurted.

'I understand your point of view, Crown Prince Wilhelm. But unfortunately, I can't do anything about this situation.'

As frustrated as I was, I didn't got mad at Malin. She actually tried her best to understand me and really couldn't do anything about it. I guess I'll just have to find another way to keep every ones of my memories safe and sound.

'Yeah... okay sorry.' I said while fidgeting with my watch for some last moments.

'No problem Crown Prince.'

'Just Wilhelm, please.' I sighed.

The ghost of a smile appeared on her lips before she answered 'Okay, Wilhelm it is then.' And that was honestly the highlight of my week.

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Back at the palace, I got rushed by Kristina into packing my things as soon as I got in my room. I did as I was told, too tired to complain about it for now.

Some moments later, I found myself standing in the middle of my room. My arms were loosely on my sides as I contemplated what was left of my room. I felt a tear sliding with the thought that the only thing left of me here got ripped away from me, just for the queen's satisfaction.

I checked my phone, thinking about sending Simon a text for the last time, but he didn't even love me back so what was the point.

Hurt washed over me as I laid on my bed and drifted off to sleep.

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'Wilhelm!'

I shot my eyes open, my mother waking me up personally was extremely rare. Even her being in my room was surprising.

Light flooded my room and I had no choice but to get up. The speech that followed was no surprise, she was in my bedroom for a reason.

'Didn't I ask you yesterday already to put your boxes downstairs?! I want you to bring them down in the storage reserved aisle, do you really think I am gonna let a worker see your mess here?! You have twenty five minutes to get dressed, clean your room and bring the boxes downstairs. I'll come and check on you after twenty five minutes and if not everything is done, there will be consequences.' There was always consequences, I thought as she walked away.

I did as I was told, once again, but since I didn't have my watch nor my phone it was hard to know how much time I had left.

My mom came in as I was putting the last piece of casual clothing in the designated box.

'What did I told you about this?! You are an incapable, ungrateful little brat.'

Ouch.

'I'm sorry.' I mumbled.

'You better be! Hurry up now.' She gestured at the stack of boxes.

I walked over to my door, the stuff only taking two of the containers I could do it all at once.

My mother followed suit as I walked to the stairs.

Regret filled my entire heart as I felt hands on my back, pushing me forward, too much for me not to fall down the big palace stairs.

'I told you there would be consequences.'

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