Close to the Crown (On hold until 2021)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Dated: 2/4/13

A/N: Hey guys, so another quick update from me, I do not know when the next one will be. It could be on Thursday evening, UK Time or it could be Friday morning, but to be on the safe side, this is an update for you guys to enjoy.

I have some many songs in my head at the moment, random comment! Anyway, I wanted to know some of your favourite songs, I love incorporating music into my writing.

I am also looking for someone to make me a trailer; I am pretty useless with that kind of thing. Please message me if you would make one or know anyone who might.

Thank you guys and thank you for the support you have all given me for the last nine months over the course of the story! There are no more than 10 chapters left now!

~Sophie

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My jaw dropped. He was engaged?

He would have been eighteen at the time, and a young prince, why would he be engaged so early?

She died? That brought back a pang of guilt to my stomach, increasing the pain ever so slightly. How did she die and what happened?

“When... did this happen?” I questioned softly.

“Three years ago...” He sighed, “Three years and two weeks ago to be exact...”

“You were so young...” I whispered.

He nodded, “We were in love, and that is all we needed, to be quite honest. She was a few months younger than me; she would have turned 21 at the end of June.”

“How did she.... you know?”

“It was the end of July, she was freshly turned 18 and she never stopped smiling. But, one day that all changed and she became an empty shell. But, she blamed herself...”

“Was it because of...?” I didn’t finish, I couldn’t.

He nodded, “She blamed herself.... She said that if she hadn’t been half drunk, she could’ve put up more of a fight then she did, she could have stopped him. She pleaded to be, she wanted forgiveness, but I didn’t blame her...”

I gulped, “Didn’t you tell her that?”

He nodded, placing a hand to his forehead, rubbing off the sweat, “I did, I told her so many times, I told her that I understood and she didn’t have to be scared. But she didn’t listen, she never listened....”

I pushed myself up, ignoring the pain in my stomach, and placed a head to his cheek, “I’m sure she understands now... She is in a better place, she will understand...”

He placed his hand on top of mine, touching his cheek and smiled at me, “She took her life...”

A strangled cry came from my throat, “Oh my goodness, Sebastian... Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

He sighed, “It’s not the kind of thing you tell someone you have only known for a couple of months...”

I closed my eyes tightly, and put my head onto his lap, “Did she go peacefully?”

I felt him relax slightly at the question, “Yes, she left me a note. She said she didn’t want me to witness her suffering... She overdosed on sleeping pills and then died the following night in her sleep...”

“You really loved her didn’t you?” I opened my eyes and stared up at him.

“Words cannot describe how I felt about her...” He whispered, “Everyday, I think about her...”