Chapter Nineteen

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Chapter nineteen

***Elena's POV***

"Much appreciated, Lady Erica."

"Elena' you can't be serious." William stared at me in shock.

Before I could stop myself I spit out, "Are you going to stop me from doing what I want to do?"

"Well, no, but I--"

"look, William, its been great and it was really nice to meet you but this is when we part ways, so this is good bye." I knew what I had to do and I hate to see that his heart was visibly breaking.

I walked away from them heading for my home. I pack my stuff and head back to them as quick as I possibly could.

It was never going to work out, I thought.

He was a Prince.

That was enough said.

He was going to end up breaking my heart if I stayed longer. I have to find my parents and uncover what they tried to hide from me for so long. Since I finally had a lead on where they possibly may be I couldnt just drop it for some boy.

Besides, we couldnt even be together if we wanted to. Then there was Erica. I looked over at them, they were meant to be together. I sighed and took a deep breath.

This was it.

I'm probably never going to see this place again. for a long time. I probably will never see William again. I wiped a stray tear away and walked over to them.

"I'm ready."

"I can't believe you're actually going through with this. please tell why you're leaving please. I know you're not leaving just to leave." Of course he would know that. He looks at me with knowing eyes. I sighed, "I'll write. I'm glad I met you, William. Goodbye."

"No," he whispers. "Don't leave."

"Go to her, William. You deserve each other."

"If that's what this is about then--"

"It's not, trust me. I need to do this." I interrupt. "I'm ready when you are." I say to the carriage driver. He huffed and whipped the horse and we were off. I kept looking at William until he disappeared, too far behind me to see.

This is for the best, I thought. Why did I feel so heartbroken then?

I sighed and laid my head down to rest, it was going to be a long and hard journey.

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