Epilogue

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Selina had to go back to Andrew. She had to wait a year. She had to wait a year as she hid in a new kingdom not far from her home. She saw newspapers, she heard rumors of a young Queen being kidnapped. Some say she went willingly, as the blood on the bed was fake. As it wasn't human. Some say she didn't go willingly, even though the blood wasn't real. Who would want to be kidnapped? Everyone saw how in love she was.

They were right too. As soon as a year passed she packed the few things she could. One of the Dandelions Andrew gifted her was still in-between pages of her journal. She would look at it often, those pages crinkled in her fingers as she looked back at it. She had spent the year crying over a lost love she could have saved, and now she was going to go back.

Selina was finished running away from those who caused her pain. Selina was finished running from her fear. She no longer had that fear of Andrew and the love she had for him. It was that love that kept her going through that year, the love that made her show up at the castle gate. She had made sure she looked rough, unkempt. She had cut her hair, she had ripped her dress, she had lost her shoes, she had abanded everything she left with. Throwing it into a river, she was determined to start a new life. She had to be alive, she had to lose the evidence that she wasn't kidnapped.

When she was spotted by guards, they instantly knew who she was. They instantly called for the prince. He instantly came out. He stopped in the living room of his living quarters. He saw her sitting on his sofa, her self-inflicted wounds and scars being attended to. She had gone out of her way to protect him and Roseann from covering up their knowledge of what happened. She sacrificed her skin.

He saw the love she had for him. The true love she had for him. To his knees, he fell, and his shattered heart was slowly put together. Selina had pushed away from the nurses and maids attending to her wounds and limped his way. Her feet were hurt from her barefooted journey back. She was still dirty, but Andrew didn't care. He scooped her up into an embrace.

This was an unexpected romance, but the love made it unexpectedly true.

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