Not for me.

He is a nice man.

He seems to be, in fact, more than the other she ever met.

Reminding her of her father, in away, as he is the firstperson who seems to care for her since thisone died.

Before she was there, on this motorcycle, she was thinking aboutkilling the prince, nothing else.

It was the thing she always wanted,and this is not the encounter with this charming manthat will change it.

He is surprising too, telling herabout already knowingthe end of her story.

(She already knows it. She knows ofwhat it will be made. Blood. Murder. Revenge. She won't have a happyending.)

And they talk, and she strangely appreciates it.

But again, it's not as if she had a great experience in friendship,nor had many people talking with her in a gentle way.

As she listens to Henry talkingabout love and happy ending for her,she thinks for a second :

"That would be good."

She looks at him, and for a second,she imagines what it would like, to have a happy ending withhim.

She imagines how things would havebeen if he had beenthe prince, and that it wasn't this terrible and monstrous man whotook her father from her.

She allows herself to appreciate the idea, just for a second.

She has no moment for hope.

And then, she remembers her mission.

She is ready to do what must be done, so she doesn't hesitate, andpunches him in the face, and takes this strange vehicle he possesses,and flees on it.

Despite the smile on her face, and the fact that her revenge will beaccomplished soon, she feels kind of a regret, that she can'texplain.

But she did the right thing, she knows that.

Because happy endings are not for her.