Chapter Twenty-five: The Princess

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Tears are still running down my face as I reach my room. As soon as I open the door Lily flings herself at me and hugs me tight.

"What happened my lady?" Camille says softly.

"Piper are you ok?" Emma asks.

"I-I told Fi-Finn the tru-truth," I choke out.

"What truth?" Lily asks confused. So I sit on my bed and tell them the whole story. 

"What a heavy burden to carry my lady!" Lily says. Camille leaves and comes back with a steaming cup of hot chocolate.

"I think chocolate is better for heartbreak," she says and passes me the cup.

"Finn is so blind!" Emma growls.

"Th-thank you," I whisper.

"Anything for you!" My maids say in unison.  

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The next day, Camille finishes packing everything quickly and quietly.

"I don't want to go to the ceremony," I whimper.

"Don't worry Piper, when Finn sees you in this..." Emma giggles and holds up a black dress bag. Slowly I unzip it and look inside. I suck in a breath. The dress is made enterally of silk. It's a shinning gold color. 

"When did you..."

"We started working on it the first day we met you. We knew it would be perfect. A dress fit for a queen. A dress fit for our true queen," Camille says.

"I- thank you!" A few tears run down my face.

"Let's get you fixed up," Emma laughs a little.

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My hair is silky in delicate curls. The curls have been pulled up into a high ponytail. Very simple. My makeup is natural and the dress is beautiful. Emma slips gold shoes on my feet. Then Lily comes forward carrying a jewelry box. She opens it and takes out a gold necklace studded with tiny pearls, next to it are matching earrings. She slips it around my neck and helps me put in the earrings since my hands are shaking too much. Then Camille steps forward and hands me a black box. I open it. Inside is a tiny tiara made of gold and pearls. 

"I can't wear this!" I gasp.

"A true princess, like yourself, must wear this," Camille says. 

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The tiara catches the light as I walk towards the throne room. I stride confidently through the door, my head held high. Finn looks at me, in all my glory, then he glares and turns to kiss Bianca. A thousand knives pierce my heart but I keep going until I reach the King and Queen.

"Your majesties," I curtsy, "It has been a gift to spend time here with you in your home, thank you for having me,"

"I don't think we are getting rid of you that quickly," Clara winks.

"Prince Finn has tired of my company," I say and swallow the lump in my throat. I curtsy again and then I leave. We sit to eat lunch. I don't eat a thing.Finn keeps on looking at me and I keep wanting to cry.




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