The Insight of Denmark

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The low light of her desk just gave enough of a glimmer of light to have her words before her, bold and ready as she sighed once more. The knowledge of the war and what hid behind the lines from the public was what made her write, but hiding it under the enemy's nose was terrifying yet exhilarating at the same time.

"Working hard?" she heard his voice call to her, harsh and hurt.

"You should be lying down young man." she chided him as she saw the tall man try and make his way to her, "The Nazi's did enough to you."

He gave her that wide cheshire grin, "Hey, look you are talking to. Nobody can knock down the King Karen."

"You are one of the few that know me like that."

"That's because you mean a lot to me."

"What did you find out?" he asked again, leaning over her shoulder as she gave a small laugh.

"Exactly what I wanted dear boy."

"And that would be?" he pestered, poking her side before she entered the vast room full of seismologists, "Come on tell me!"

She smiled at his hyper actions, "How the inside of the Earth really is."

She could hear his cries from when he was delivered the news. She, herself, wasn't ready to leave either but her duties as a princess gave her no choice. She moved quickly down the halls, doing whatever she could to avoid him, to avoid the confrontation that she knew would come with him. Yet she knew it would happen, and when those blue eyes hit her own, she knew she'd lose it.

"Sophia!"

"No, please no." she felt the tears threaten to fall.

"Sophia please, wait!"

She kept moving, a hand clasped over her mouth as she continued her way, just to feel a hand grab her own, "Sophia please."

Looking back, those deep blue eyes looking into her own as tears threatened to fall from them, "Please, don't make this harder."

"But you're going without a fight about this? What about..." he paused, unable to finish what he wanted to say.

"It's my duty as a-"

"Forget duties. Why not be what you want? Why not do what you want to do instead of what they tell you?"

"It's not that simple."

"The hell it isn't, so why?"

She looked back into those eyes, she knew he loved her as she did him but the truth was harsher than anything, "It won't work, you are eternal and I am just a human. I will not live long, you will far age before I even fully disappear from this world. I do love you but it cannot be."

The hurt and betrayal in his eyes screamed so much at her, "I'm sorry, but it is best for me to marry the next king of Sweden. At least I will have a life worth living."

"But, what about me?" she heard his voice break.

"I will always be here, even in the afterlife for you, my King of Scandinavia."

"Annalise!" she heard her name shouted as something solid came down next to her.

Annalise jumped as she saw the book slammed down by her, hearing the other dancers giggle at her. Her eyes shot up to see the Mistress looking down at her.